Susan Daniels Poetry

Someone I know

Finds the big in the small

Others wearily drift through the mundane and banal

Everyday moments

Just life passing by

But my friend is an alchemist of thought and word

She pulls on kaleidoscope glasses

Crystallizes each moment

With surgical precision

In words

Finds insight

Connections

Lessons

Everywhere

I picture her with paper and pen

Out for a walk

Going shopping

Herding children at the fair

Sitting at a red light

Capturing the fleeting thoughts

That all too often shimmer briefly and disappear

For the rest of us

She doesn’t let them go

She knows how transitory insight can be

Stabs them with a ballpoint

Captures phrases on crumpled pages

Transmogrifies the unknowable

With the poet’s art

With ease and grace

And sends each missive

To the world

To share

And delight

David Trudel    ©  2012

Dedicated to Susan L. Daniels.

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shannon is turning to gold
in a bathtub in texas
while i fold laundry
in my room
alone.

i think of the steps leading
into the river
how i would have
followed you until
we made up our mud beds
and learned to speak catfish
fresh whiskers sprouting
from each side of
our mouths.

i am still trying to invent
a language for our love
to write its letters in
what shape to make
the signs in the woods
that lead to where all stairs
blossom.

what happens to the altars when we go,
who finds our half-built houses in the weeds?

what cat stalks
the mouse i have become
will i rest at last on the carpet
in your bedroom
my body snapped
in half, tail missing
dark eyes wide
and open?