hiraeth

Posted on January 24, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Uncountable longing
translated to snow
and expressed in lightness

immeasurable while falling
but building
to impossible depth

once snow strikes snow

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small stone 1/24/2013: Snow Synesthetic

Posted on January 24, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

What chef tapped sky three times like a full strainer to sift confectioner’s sugar four inches thick, onto trees and power lines?  Something this finely milled and precisely handled should taste like candycanes or dusted sugar; perhaps  even Wint-O-Green Lifesavers.  Cold candies our hours.

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small stone 1/23/2013

Posted on January 23, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

I love most the stories of saints that once rolled in the mud.

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becoming (schizophrenic or woman)

Posted on January 23, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

it should be
artless, this balance
of welcome
and reserve:
one is not born, but rather
becomes, a woman

she did learn
once what girls study
in school, though
witnesses
will not testify
and there are no books

written with
intelligence, but
not too much
all at once
because most men like to think
they are our mentors,

her buttons
just open enough
to balance
that tightrope
strung between temptress
and tramp, so practiced

where before
there was beautiful
composure;
her face masked
to cover her own hunger
showing too much self

and after
the show is over
her true face
will meet him
unexpectedly, at once
a shining wholeness


inspired by my Broad Blog muse (again), Georgia!
http://broadblogs.com/2013/01/23/girls-walk-fine-line-between-attractive-slut/

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snow day

Posted on January 22, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

six degrees
freezes breath to steam
new snow clings
to my roof
cloud-carved polar-bear hunger
with icicle claws

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A Voice

Posted on January 22, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

A voice is a voice threaded through and chosen by words.  Or the voice chooses the words.  In a fusing this intimate, who can say which is which?  This is not a chicken-and-egg clichéd question, because there is no answer.  Today, I remember oranges, limes, lemons; yellow school buses and empty desks; a quilting done so skillfully I would swear it was woven and not blocked out separate elements.  That gay, Latino poet some are muttering about smithed beautiful words yesterday.  Let’s remove italics, adjectives and other qualifiers.  Let us please close our eyes and hear the song of a poet.

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small stone 1/21/2013

Posted on January 21, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

I should celebrate snow, each flake an individual marvel.  I wonder who exactly it was that compared each snowflake to another in a blizzard to state with authority that each arrangement of molecules per flake is unique.  Eventually the pattern has to repeat or split somewhere.  Even DNA twins sometimes.

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