Category Archives: free verse poetry

China patterns

Posted on April 13, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

I collect old loves the way my grandmother collected china patterns I know, intimately, the colors and textures, the graceful turns of gilt edgings I want to create/with you some live thing memories are for old women to display carefully … Continue reading →

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for beauty’s sake

Posted on April 13, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

A flowershop rosebud opened too soon your petals crumble to ash in my palm traces of gray I carelessly brush from my fingertips

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She fits you

Posted on April 13, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

She fits you easy as torn jeans, moves to your motion, never restricts. She is cut to your pattern, unlike me, the thrift-shop Friday-night shirt you buy on impulse. Too colorful for every day, uncomfortable if worn too long.

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After-words

Posted on April 13, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

F o r c e d inside the old forms (I will make them fit though they are comfortable as shoes two sizes too small), I walk, limping slightly, hope you do not see beyond the tensed jaw/closed smile Do … Continue reading →

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I tire of the virgins (who still reads this stuff anyway?)

Posted on April 13, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

I tire of the virgins that tremble on covers of dime and drug store novels whose honor carefully guarded flutters between thighs so eager to part & the heroes sickeningly predictable bore with sardonic stares & kisses that bruise the … Continue reading →

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Shy

Posted on April 13, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

Because you are I do not see the first violets, feel sun warm my bare skin.  Spring begins and I do not look for eggshells, robin’s nests, forsythia In dreams I touch your mouth I would like to tell you … Continue reading →

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Flea market

Posted on April 13, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

old glass fractures sun to rainbow splinters hot enough to scorch wood while mechanical birds call back and forth wound singing: neon parrots scarlet macaws ultramarine parakeets chained to the same song over and over, an old skipped record interrupting … Continue reading →

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