sometimes love is less valentine
and more a wait for melt
for softening of surface dirt
under snow
to bury what’s dead
sometimes love is measuring how deep
to cover the bones, and how wide a space
we need
to accommodate loss,
and sometimes
love is the covering over of rot,
and what we plant over it
is what blooms,
not flowers
but memory
Susan Daniels Poetry 
Susan, an excellent poem. Really well done. >KB
KB, thank you. It really means a lot to have you say that.
We I re-posted it. Your poetry has matured so much, controled, focused. It is wonderful to see.
Thanks. i am trying to stay on simple images right now–the hard and simple, if that makes any sense.
It makes a great deal of sense. Go for it. >KB
Reblogged this on The Mirror Obscura and commented:
Susan Daniels is one of my favorite poets here on wordpress. And while she has not been heard of much latelky I hope this is a welcomed change. >KB
Oh, this is beautiful and yet so intensely sad.
Oh, harvests from tendered gardens
rich in bouquets of those we have loved and lost…
of those who have loved and left,
us unready
and now unsteady, tender…
seeking balance and bounce
may memory stoke the present and
choke saddening pasts,
and recollections midwife
recovery and restoration.
Thanks, Noel, and beautiful response, as always. I’ll ruin it for everyone if I share the inspiration for this one. It just became bigger as I wrote it.
Now that is a message…
Thanks.
Just wondering if you’re directing that at someone, felt like a goodbye of sorts.
Actually, it does feel like that. I buried a pet this week, a 10-year-old Siamese that was strolling into the living room to say hello to me and had a stroke mid-stride. She was the inspiration, but the poem went elsewhere, I think.
That’s terrible, Susan, so sorry.
Thanks, Trent. I am really going to miss her. Loss is loss.
Very well written poem. If you like poetry you should check out my blog i have a couple poems on there one of which i just posted today. Mommyx4boys.wordpress.com
Thanks so much! I will come over and have a look.
Yes, by the depth and breadth of the hole, the space gone to weeds.
Exactly.
I neglected to thank you and tell you that I very much identify with your poem. Having recently experienced my own loss, a relationship ending, I write a lot of poetry about this as well.
I popped over to your site for a bit, and I appreciate that. I liked what I saw.
I am also recently separated, but have not written much about that yet.
Thank you for taking a look, Susan. I’m glad you liked it. I look forward to enjoying more of your work.
~ Michael
How studious! Great insight and encourgement! Just loved it, so I’ve chosen to follow this blog now :O)
Thank you!
Beautiful and sad. I’m sorry to hear about her Sfam, very sorry. {hugs}
Thanks, Rhonda. I will miss her terribly.
I know you will. They are every bit as loved and treasured as our children. Thinking of you
Exactly! This poem is excellent. Love hurts. Looking forward to reading more.
Thanks, Becca! It does hurt. But it makes us feel so many things, the hurt is worth it.