For RA

in that model
he made of the universe
there was no room
for truth, only conjecture

temporary guesses
about what’s live in the space
between words
and metronomes pulse

ironic, how the man who didn’t believe anything
but had many suspicions
has the answers now

and isn’t talking

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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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18 Responses to For RA

  1. “the space
    between words
    and metronomes pulse”

    Love that. But then, you could probably guess that I would. Those spaces…always those spaces.

    (“metronome’s” or “metronomes”? either way it’s good, but I wanted to read the possessive)

  2. I like the denouement very much. Was RA a real person?

  3. jmgoyder says:

    Very interesting!

  4. Alice Keys says:

    Susan,
    This is lovely. It reminds me that I have suspicions as well. 😉
    Alice

  5. oneofaclass says:

    Oh, I like this. I think of the infinity of space between each word where anything can live or manifest.

  6. BroadBlogs says:

    Thought-provokingly beautiful, as usual. Would love to know the backstory to this poem.

    • Thanks, Georgia. Very good friend of mine. Died far to young (in his 30s) of a heart attack, and he was a huge fitness buff. Smart man. One of a kind, and missed. The “don’t have faith but I have many suspicions” was one of the last things we talked about.

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