Category Archives: New Free Verse

Poetry 2012

February

Posted on February 12, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Mid-February keeps it’s time, holding tight to snow and earth frozen to raw mud.  Before sap runs this month will ignore returning birds and snap and swallow budding back to whiteness, allowing no green except naked grass, uncovered where sun … Continue reading →

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the math of one

Posted on February 11, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

This space I occupy can be ciphered if a formula exists for these boundaries but I am less body than biosphere mostly uncounted and misunderstood greater than the sum of parts added in catcalls. My lips are the dividend of strawberries. … Continue reading →

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Posted on February 10, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Originally posted on createdavidt:
Green pebble rounded by Andean ascent Rolls the sky open Convinced by the rightness of the left Thorned champion of homeland torn asunder   Rolls the sky open Diplomatic as a pouch Thorned champion of homeland…

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Letting Go

Posted on February 9, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

My mouth knows the words and frames them in gilt cursive, ornate and twisted with false pretty I don’t own, sweet phrases blooming on pink greeting cards I never buy, because I have truth to speak that is  simple, unflowered and natural as breath. … Continue reading →

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carefully everywhere descending (apologies to ee)

Posted on February 9, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Perhaps somewhere snow arranges itself carefully and everywhere descending, but here it is less pointillist and more whitewashing with a wide brush, painting over everything an annihilating sameness.

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Completing the set

Posted on February 7, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

for Jeff You were bigger than my doll but quiet.  When I bounced her on my lap she squawked mama through her plastic mouth, but you had no words, only bubbles; black licorice eyes shinier than jellybeans in an Easter basket. Your fingers knew how … Continue reading →

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the isle of apples

Posted on February 4, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Do you chase that other Eden, ruled by nine sisters, that dreaming place that swims just past wave-kissed vision, where women pose as mermaids and stretch their arms over the Atlantic? This is the heart of legend, spawning the ore used to forge … Continue reading →

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