Category Archives: New Free Verse

Poetry 2012

in the south pacific

Posted on August 4, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

his war stories were never about shooting that army air corps cook talked more about trading cans for fruit, or fishing for giant turtles when the supply ships sank stretching tea into thin tinted water to drink with powdered egg … Continue reading →

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perspective (underfoot)

Posted on August 4, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

I am growing things my mud feet my root fingers my sunflower stem spine are common but not as fragile as you think I am quiet but not voiceless beneath your feet under your machines silent does not mean weak … Continue reading →

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Haiku Heights Prompt: Stars

Posted on August 3, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

sky mirrors water tonight, I will shatter stars with just one small stone

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pharisees (hands)

Posted on August 3, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

what do your hands do besides point? yes they pray but do they sow seed? do they sew bandages? do they break bread for mouths not your own? do your hands teach do your hands heal? keep your fingers busy … Continue reading →

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testimony

Posted on August 3, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

  she spins and balances on something so slim as if it is air and not substance lifting her up under the weight of all those eyes those eyes not seeing practiced strength powering her rehearsed flights over and on that … Continue reading →

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for beauty’s sake–original and pantoum

Posted on August 3, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

So–this is a poem I wrote back in 1985 originally: A flowershop rosebud opened too soon your petals crumble to ash in my palm traces of gray I carelessly brush from my fingertips ***and here it is reworked into pantoum … Continue reading →

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waking up in the middle of a poem

Posted on August 2, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

I do not dream poetry my bones speak it while I sleep pipe sound like a fugued whisper murmuring through veins quiet as blood but more metered, carried to where words are shaped awake before dreams snap closed completely and … Continue reading →

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