who says
we have said
everything
that can wax and wane
poetic
about this disc
locked by gravity
but still pulling the tides
of the seas
& our blood?
who says
we have said
everything
that can wax and wane
poetic
about this disc
locked by gravity
but still pulling the tides
of the seas
& our blood?
This is how
we hunt for fossils:
carefully sifting
through creek gravel
& loose layered stone
at the bank
tiny garter snakes
no longer than my little finger
threaten hands
that get too close
to their warming-places.
That’s all I see;
small live snakes,
dry twigs,
and leaf mold–
the living,
or
the more recently dead.
The only time
I find fossils
is when I sit next to the water
& my hand,
unthinking,
rests on a small stone
crowded with trilobites.
People…. Check out this poem by Brian Brown-Cashdollar–my old editor/friend–quite powerful.
impossible to believe
there are 2 of us
sharing a name
& writing poetry
in the same country
has she stumbled
across my poetry,
as I have hers
& said,
I could have written that,
if I shared that
particular kind of loss,
which I have not;
motherless
& fatherless,
yes,
but never
lost a life new
to the world:
I do not envy
that pain
still, I wonder
if we met
would our muses
tangle in confusion,
not knowing which Susan
to gift at that moment,
or would our songs twine:
a duet in twinned,
separate voices
***I found a poem online, written by another Susan Daniels, which inspired this. You should read it: It is beautiful, and so very sad.
you are a little boy
toying with women
instead of matches
careful!
telling me
you know how
my pleasure works
I could show you
& should
how to titillate
& inflame
you would
awake in ashes
after we have together
burned the house down
****check out this post for the inspiration–thanks crunks! http://crunkfeministcollective.wordpress.com/2012/05/04/this-is-how-it-works-2/
Lilacs pour perfume
into May air, heady scent–
I am drunk on spring
I love the creation story,
God calling all into being
with a shout
that lasted 6 days
but tonight
as heat lightning
flows from cloud
to cloud
as if painted
by a restless hand
in constant motion
backlit by moonlight,
let’s entertain
the possibility
that
long before
memory,
our planet
took a lover
so eager,
& so matched to her
in mass
that when they met
in a cataclysmic grind
a part of each of them
tore away
& coalesced
into a pearl
(when you are
immense,
as a planet
is immense,
something
the size of our moon
is a trinket)
our mother caught
this pearl
in the net
of her gravity
& wears it
like a shining
lover’s token
or a reminder
never to get that close
again
***pinning this to the top on the blog for dVerse open link today.