Category Archives: New Free Verse

Poetry 2012

process (again) inspiration

Posted on June 16, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

baptists don’t speak in tongues (too impolite, that unexpected interruption of the spirit into Sunday routines) so imagine my surprise the day I breathed in image and spoke it out, my fingers shouting poetry

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Wallenda’s walk

Posted on June 16, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

he planned this careful picking his way across a stretch of rope months ago his line spanning a singing roar of water sheeting in shining tons and tones over the escarpment dimming gasps and cheers of the witnesses, equally insignificant on … Continue reading →

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HH Prompt: Wisdom

Posted on June 16, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

bright and unblinking the eye of the mind, wisdom seeks truth of the heart

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This brush of mind touching mind

Posted on June 15, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

This brush of mind touching mind even more than skin meeting skin is a gift, present even in your absence as I pluck your dreaming self like a far-straying violet, and bring you on my walk through woods and waterfalls taking in … Continue reading →

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falling by degrees

Posted on June 15, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

If this world is fallen then its fall is endless and controlled around the sun, saved by a greater gravity than what set it spinning; not so, our fall. But there are other kinds and states of falling:  fallen cities, falling … Continue reading →

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transience

Posted on June 15, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

brightness I yearn to taste faster than snowflake on my tongue melting sweet or cupped sunlight escaping palms unkeepable joy still skipping this shared and witnessed perfect transience  

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fairy tale: the not all that bad guy

Posted on June 14, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

I want to be the troll that lives under this bridge swing huge flat feet that never slip on shale slapping currents in water yes, I would feed on minnows and scatter tadpoles, my long, hairy fingers grabbing at ankles … Continue reading →

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