When a poet dies
the land is not poorer
because it holds bones loosely
that once sang
the resonance of stone
and understood what leaves whispered
When a poet dies
the air echoes
her mouth shaping sound
that kiss of breath in her voice
and perhaps sighs a little longer
but with that poet gone
will anyone else notice
how the earth remembers?
For my teacher, mentor and friend.
Susan Daniels Poetry 
Hi
Hi sweetie. Long time no talk 😉
I know! I’ve missed ya
Susan,
I’m sorry for your loss. I’m also glad to hear your poet voice here again.
I especially resonate with these lines:
” but with that poet gone
will anyone else notice
how the earth remembers?”
Poets supply an essential voice.
((HUGS))
Alice
Thanks, Alice. I will miss her voice. She did record some things on You Tube about a year ago. Here’s one of them:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WcSMHFi8VMI
Wow. Thanks.
Yes. I will miss her voice.
😦
You’ve just the voice to make sure we do remember, my friend. Sorry for this loss in your life and it’s really (no, REALLY) good to hear your voice again. xxx
Aw, thanks, sis!
I’m so sorry. This is beautiful.
Thanks, Jules.
” kiss of breath in her voice” oh Ive missed your talented ways, Susan. Lovely, meaningful tribute.
Aw, thank you so much.
Susan, so sorry for the loss of your mentor… it’s a long time since our paths crossed.