Beneath

You are always
skimming the surface
of things.

If it were summer
I would call you
dragonfly

and love you for it

but this is winter
and ice grows deeper
than the flowers prismed on my window
thick enough to skate on,
and underneath
there are stones and sleeping fish
you will never know.

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About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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17 Responses to Beneath

  1. brandyeli says:

    This is such a poignant piece. Full of unknowns and the language is beauitful. I find myself cold and appreciating the opposition between summer and winter. Beautiful.

  2. Matthew says:

    Good lord, but this is breathtaking.

  3. Ooh this is deep and as I read it , very meaningful. I loved it.

  4. InfiniteZip says:

    As always, love to read your writing…..gives me a reason for deep thinking in a shallow world…..

  5. Hmm, a new code-word for
    shallow people? Dragonfly?
    But then…they lay their eggs
    in water, and their nymphs live
    in the depths, among the moss-
    covered stones…

  6. nelle says:

    Party time under the ice. It’s warmer there than it is in air.

  7. BroadBlogs says:

    This poem touched me at a deep level. It really does get beneath the surface of things.

  8. I’ve been so excited to learn how alive poetry is on the internet. This is fantastic.

  9. Susan, how are you? It’s been quite a while. I do hope you are fine. Missing you. Let us hear from you.

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