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Category Archives: New Free Verse
state of emergency
this morning i read of a hurricane cyclonic & siphoning strength from the atlantic, spinning a trajectory so wide, 600 miles from the core we buy batteries & bottled water what were the odds forces that rarely cross would meld … Continue reading
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Tagged Atlantic Ocean, Atmospheric Sciences, Earth Sciences, hurricane, Jet stream, love, New England, poetry, Tropical cyclone, yearning
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if i say i am sorry
if i say i am sorry for cutting me out of your chest without anesthesia it does not matter how cleanly i did it or if it was sterile & bloodlessly done i killed something & there is no gentle way … Continue reading
Political poetry 2012
Just for fun, I thought I would provide a list of electoral/political poetry on this blog since we are 12 days away from ending this circus electing a president. Enjoy! for my neighbor with the nobama sign https://susandanielseden.wordpress.com/2012/08/29/zoo-nation-do-not-feed-the-animals/ https://susandanielseden.wordpress.com/2012/08/03/pharisees-hands/ https://susandanielseden.wordpress.com/2012/05/31/trapped-in-leviticus/ … Continue reading
things not to do when trying to repair a relationship (#1 of infinite possibilities)
don’t call & ask me to find a phone number for you in a notebook that documents, precisely with dates & examples why i am a bitch pages i flip through, each sentence justification for the murder of hope
i am not full of you anymore (a vilanelle)
i am not so full of you anymore though you spill stories into bitterness flowing fast, deep; spinning lies into lore i can no longer give what you ask for love, i will not be your deliverance, i am not … Continue reading
it is not spring or summer here
it is not spring or summer here so the words i bring cannot be butterflies or hummingbirds & i must tell my love in leaves read not from the bottom of a cup but raked up, crackling unpredictable patterns hoarded … Continue reading
that story of us
that geography between us spanning this want can disappear in days with one word the theme hums its own clichéd music, fate rolls hexagonal dice in a karmic dare– will these two small things find a way to each other? i … Continue reading