Category Archives: New Free Verse

Poetry 2012

Patience

Posted on March 18, 2014 by Susan L Daniels

My spin and fidget are past, though I toy with the right word for this waiting: A quietness thinner than paper slides between the gun magazines and last year’s parenting tips, a business of eyes and mind learning a recipe … Continue reading →

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Mud (fragment)

Posted on March 15, 2014 by Susan L Daniels

The paths that I walked are grown over, impassable from melt a mud that holds everything still in its need for footprints and bones, not yet hardened to shale a process that kills and preserves you call fossilization but I … Continue reading →

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March is not spring (micro)

Posted on March 11, 2014 by Susan L Daniels

March is not spring promised in seed catalogs other places here, it is unbloomed, precrocus want a softening, finally naked and waiting

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full worm moon

Posted on March 11, 2014 by Susan L Daniels

The robin’s voice breaks the back of winter. You can see it if you know where to look: the rise of sap pinking the tips of maple branches or dripped to thin cicles snapped from tap mouths and tasted, a … Continue reading →

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like a toothache, like herpes

Posted on March 11, 2014 by Susan L Daniels

What can I say here.  I had to revisit the poem from 2012, because the man that inspired this told me yesterday that he missed me.  TMI?  Perhaps.  I still really, really like this poem.     If I say … Continue reading →

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March is not spring

Posted on March 10, 2014 by Susan L Daniels

March is not the spring promised in seed catalogs other places here, it is the unbloomed, precrocus want of mud under ice a softening, finally naked but still waiting

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burial in february

Posted on March 10, 2014 by Susan L Daniels

sometimes love is less valentine and more a wait for melt for softening of surface dirt under snow to bury what’s dead sometimes love is measuring how deep to cover the bones, and how wide a space we need to … Continue reading →

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