Category Archives: New Free Verse

Poetry 2012

not a complaint, really, but close to it

Posted on September 6, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

why do I write your poems, you who every night this week have spun phrases, skillfully braided & murmuring like rivers of liquid silver in my ears, just on the edge of sleep coming if I get up to write, you are appeased … Continue reading →

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Posted on September 5, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

WONDERFUL spoof covering global warming–will make you laugh until you realize you should be crying.

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mortification (for eulonia)

Posted on September 5, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

she wants to stretch just a little past body. the old religious did it with mortification fasting and no sleep, praying for days awaiting illumination, their substance translucent ecstatic, the divine translated the way sun flows through a window where flesh is … Continue reading →

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Posted on September 5, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

Originally posted on Eunoia Review:
Where have you gone so soon, friend? Have your eyes burnt out like stars for the dawn? We once laughed, drank, talked about Eliot and his cats, Hemingway’s fascination with the phallus. Now you’ve disappeared…

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Posted on September 5, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

this is no time for tenderness, for blooming. seventeen days before the sun’s center rays brush the equator on its movement south we open eyes to paler light, morning mist & the first sight of exhaled breath since spring in a thin … Continue reading →

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September Heights: Milky Way

Posted on September 5, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

our home galaxy– just this one holds every star I number tonight

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if bodies could flow to where minds fly

Posted on September 5, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

if bodies could flow to where minds fly I would learn weightlessness on the moon or perhaps string stars in a burning thread, not needing breath & laughing at magnitude and gravity as if absolute things mean anything in this madness.  in smaller … Continue reading →

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