Hate (poetry quartet)

Posted on September 30, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

by Boomiebol, David Trudel, Noel Ihebuzor, and Susan Daniels

if hate has a voice
it starts quiet as steam
escaping through cracks in rock
until the hissing amplifies
to volcanic roars
that no words can shout over
or stop.

If hate had a pen,
its ink would surge, overrun and melt pen and nib,
its acid sap sipping
into sweaty palms
corroding and melting sinews
and twisted tortured phalanges

if hate has eyes
they would see nothing
pale & staring
corneas scarred white
from heat

If Hate was a lighthouse
Its foghorn would be discordant
And it would get stuck like some faulty car alarm
Going off for hours
Its light would cease to work in winter storms
But the electricians won’t find the problem
Hate is always getting short

If hate had wings
It would fly

Wings spread wide
Carried swiftly by the wind
Blowing back and forth
Rapid and slow
Hovering over its ignorant victims

Slowly descending
Snatching them
Just in time
To soar high

***wow, talk about spontaneous generation!  Noel is bold, I am italicized, David is bold italics,  and Boomie is regular type.  Wow!  What power in these voices!

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if hate has a voice

Posted on September 30, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

if hate has a voice
it starts quiet as steam
escaping through cracks in rock
until the hissing amplifies
to volcanic roars
that no words can shout over
or stop.

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OctPoWriMo–31 poems/31 days

Posted on September 30, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

Hey–I don’t know if any of you guys are interested in participating in this, but I am psyched up for it (and already warmed up by 30 days of haiku in September).  I was thinking of trying 31 days of shadorma  or maybe just following the prompts they are going to provide to make this possible.  Anyone else game for this can check it out here: http://www.octpowrimo.com/

 

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i don’t want to down your up

Posted on September 30, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

i don’t want to down your up
but it’s october tomorrow
& everything’s falling
& i need to fall too
but backwards

into leaves & just breathe
those crushed tannins
that taste of tea
& home.  home in the child sense
of home: red rose & never salada

float this homegoing in a spiral down
gentle & flaming yellow
as it softens to browns
& bronzes overnight.  knowing this
the sky is always most blue now
so we crave it, as hard & basic
as bones want flesh
but there is no more
than this most, & fleeting
as the monarchs chaining
against that blue in migration.

catch it here, now.  i have seen it
escape so quiet, so light
we don’t notice it’s over
until it’s over.

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haiku heights: September heights–DAY 30!!!!!!

Posted on September 29, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

escaped balloons climb
sometimes miles before they drift–
several shades of free

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Posted on September 29, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

BRILLIANT.

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double standards

Posted on September 29, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

she has two children
by two different fathers
you said, as if somehow
that made her less

i traced circles on your chest
wrapped my fingers
in that hair, and pulled
just enough to sting
or draw attention
to my words

that’s what happens
when standards are doubled–
you can walk away
from that other family
no strings

but i have strings, ropes
& lines
i never want to cut

& when we
have a child
that child you say you want

remember

how your lips curled
when you spoke of a woman
just like me

***triggered by this excellent poem:  http://journalread.wordpress.com/2012/09/29/a-song-for-two-voices/

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