Category Archives: New Free Verse

Poetry 2012

poultry

Posted on August 28, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

I named them all though my mother told me never to name dinner. I did:  Sally, Ann, Nancy, Birdie the hens only pecked when I took their eggs; speckled cream or brown and warm from setting the rooster I didn’t … Continue reading →

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morning after rain

Posted on August 28, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

i forget how morning air after lightning sweetens with a tang of ozone aftertaste drawing up the corners of my mouth bitter & green like lime zest but i like it & for the first time all summer the earth … Continue reading →

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more six-year-old wisdom

Posted on August 27, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

we cleaned his room today pulling monsters from under the bed, vacuuming shadows from the closet when everything was folded & shelved except the nightmares– we tossed those out i asked him if he liked his room this neat he … Continue reading →

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the day moon

Posted on August 27, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

today we watched a crescent moon navigate sky in afternoon blueness my son pointed & said he saw a man falling from the moon & wanted to know if I saw him too ***tell me this boy is not a … Continue reading →

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dualities

Posted on August 27, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

sometimes life gives us things backwards, like loving the right man wrongly, which is more sin than laughing loud & running on sunday, but less than murder.  still when things are given unexpectedly & perhaps secretly, they should be held … Continue reading →

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Posted on August 26, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

Originally posted on Susan Daniels Poetry:
the elephant in the room none of us want to talk about is trumpeting morals like he invented them he is for saving the unborn & eager to kill them when they grow up–…

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more god hunting

Posted on August 26, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

if I follow these tracks, not into thickets, but past roots falling like long hair down the banks, I will find them. I hunt without arrows or guns,  only the net of my eyes strung across the path you said in the morning the personal … Continue reading →

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