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Poetry 2012

9 versions of 1 snowfall

Posted on December 27, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

the plural of snow is snow, how flakes join and fall into one wholeness winter is less snow and more wait for melting in ten words, it spirals soft from sky to earth the first snow we never want to … Continue reading →

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Posted on December 26, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

Kind of reminds me of a calmer, more quiet Trent Lewin.

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there is sweet in sadness and joy in remembering

Posted on December 26, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

the emptiness at my table does not wait for Elijah it is full of ghosts I welcome, my nostalgia budded and bloomed to a full bouquet now, no longer single long stems posed in the center of memory we make

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zero visibility

Posted on December 26, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

Stretched and layered high over plate tectonics another instability waits– this one of air and almost frictionless, but sky fall is gentle; a heavy, frozen silence each piece unique as the reaction to it the radio chants its litany of … Continue reading →

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language

Posted on December 25, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

I have learned you as a second language and am not yet fluent in your tangles of nuance I misspeak more than I speak stumble over heady consonants with multiple meanings it is not so much what is said as … Continue reading →

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the day before Christmas (moment of unexpected silence)

Posted on December 24, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

Humming along to Happy Xmas (War is Over) on the car radio, though I’ve done nothing but buy, buy, buy, and go by.  My mouth still tastes of peppermint mocha behind my cheeks and under my tongue as I flip pages … Continue reading →

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anhedonia

Posted on December 23, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

a lemon without zest is just sour fruit and bubbles in Perrier go flat on my tongue that’s what this is– not real sadness but an absence of fizz, a lack of snap and it’s past time to set things … Continue reading →

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