Category Archives: New Free Verse

Poetry 2012

envisioning winter

Posted on January 5, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

I want to find that place where visions approach the way wild deer take apple slices from gloved hands if they are hungry, and I am still.  Do visions come in winter?  I cannot hold winter; blood too warm to … Continue reading →

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Posted on January 5, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Originally posted on createdavidt:
She uses so few words To say so much Her verbal dexterity Is as precise as a gymnast Defying gravity
 with a flourish Creatively observing each object And every action and inaction Rhyme, reason and contradiction…

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the epistemology of roses

Posted on January 4, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

I believe bloom and know of red and have a passing acquaintance with thorns but there is more to this being a rose than what’s visible and I know nothing of what those roots touch

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that man who does not worship at the altar of two

Posted on January 4, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

I’ve never smelled perfume on his collar that’s not mine or tasted another’s kiss skimmed over his lips– still, men in my life have had mistresses– that slut work that bitch scotch that whore crack easier to name a Nancy because I … Continue reading →

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phoenix

Posted on January 3, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Thanks, Mike I want to sing in flights of us– not from this tuneless sob you call instrument and I call broken flute; not from this stave that stalls, half-crafted you call talent and I call wasted; I want to … Continue reading →

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windows

Posted on January 3, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

I’m no window but I do allow light to pass through this glassed body a shining target for stones to ping spiderwebs splintering the surface but only to almost broken clinging to whole letting cold in where the heart pulses … Continue reading →

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the antonym of corn

Posted on January 3, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Corn bread’s in the oven and yes I ground the seed myself, absent of nuance because what’s mundane feeds and if this is my mask, it was not made but found; ring-bound features freed by flint, the way my kin … Continue reading →

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