Sam Peralta: River Solitude.

Posted on September 3, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

http://semaphore1.blogspot.com/2009/07/river-solitude.html?spref=tw

I love this.

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this is a crying out

Posted on September 3, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

this is a crying out
the music wolves make
but from one throat
howling
wordless & blown
through body made flute

is this love
or worship
summoning–

or are they
the same thing
sounding this call

that shakes bones

to sand

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becoming this us

Posted on September 3, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

bodies blend to become
this us promised in your hands
how they open to mine
how our eyes echo feeling

this us promised in your hands
painting skin all colors with one touch
how our eyes echo feeling
the way your voice calls my spirit

painting skin all colors with one touch
you scribe alphabets of desire
the way your voice calls my spirit
there is only yes in my breathing

you scribe alphabets of desire
how they open to mine
there is only yes in my breathing
bodies blend to become

***This is my offering today for Dverse.

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wake for a refrigerator

Posted on September 3, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

something standing in a house
eight years unmoving
should be family–
we all have those people
we cannot move easily,
stubbing toes
sometimes on their hard edges
& them without the grace or ability
to apologize for it (in fairness,
it was our toes kicking them
after all)

either way
something should be said
about the fridge dying
besides a bitter complaint
that the beer is warm as piss
as the scrapper wheels the corpse
out the door, like maybe
thanks for all the ice cream

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media

Posted on September 3, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

if he runs out of paper
skin becomes canvas
patterned with paint
and ink doodling

walking art, he calls it

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September Heights Challenge: Moon (2 haiku)

Posted on September 3, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

this red moon is ours
glowing bright, feigned innocence–
white like other moons
***
the man on the moon
runs his fingers through oceans
turns tides to pass time

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overgrowth

Posted on September 3, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

the creek today
is no place for visions–
it is water choking on stone
and algae.  Too shallow
for currents to move
the first dark leaves
dotting the surface
like hollowed cicada skins
split down the middle
& empty

the small fish are gone
or dead, starved for oxygen
under the cover of green.
anything could happen
or not happen beneath thickness
that brings to mind frogs, turtles;
amphibious and reptilian things half rising
out of water that stinks of mud
and leaf mold

when you are hunting visions
you need clear water
for scrying

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