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.
Susan Daniels Poetry 
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.
Thank you so much, Brandy. Five degrees here tonight. The cold was my muse.
Good lord, but this is breathtaking.
Thank you, Matthew.
Ooh this is deep and as I read it , very meaningful. I loved it.
Thanks so much.
As always, love to read your writing…..gives me a reason for deep thinking in a shallow world…..
Thank you–you have turned me a few shades of red š
In a good way I hope:) you inspired me to start my own blog page….thank you thank you….
Glad I could help with that!
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…
Party time under the ice. It’s warmer there than it is in air.
This poem touched me at a deep level. It really does get beneath the surface of things.
I’ve been so excited to learn how alive poetry is on the internet. This is fantastic.
Thank you, Jesse
Susan, how are you? It’s been quite a while. I do hope you are fine. Missing you. Let us hear from you.
Hi, C! Really, really, really busy with work.
On Thu, Feb 20, 2014 at 5:35 AM, Susan Daniels Poetry wrote:
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