For Jimmie

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.


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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15 Responses to For Jimmie

  1. Alice Keys says:

    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.


  2. Rhonda says:

    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

  3. jmgoyder says:

    I’m so sorry. This is beautiful.

  4. ” kiss of breath in her voice” oh Ive missed your talented ways, Susan. Lovely, meaningful tribute.

  5. Susan, so sorry for the loss of your mentor… it’s a long time since our paths crossed.

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