Tag Archives: loss

today, when the crocuses open

Posted on May 10, 2018 by Susan L Daniels

today, when the crocuses open so yellow, so birthdayish and so late that I have both together this once and in May is remarkable I will thread them with forget me nots and smile for the sake of all your … Continue reading →

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empty pedestals

Posted on August 17, 2017 by Susan L Daniels

After the stones fall we should have something here bigger than the bones of a war lost but still dug up over and over, resurrecting dead who simply want sleep we should have a monument to loss but it needs … Continue reading →

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How the light gets in

Posted on November 12, 2016 by Susan L Daniels

for LC I was going to list your loss as the topper to a very bad week– first America and now you but your words listened to with eyes closed say you would have waited for this eager, open to … Continue reading →

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Lackawanna, burning

Posted on November 11, 2016 by Susan L Daniels

Bethlehem is burning it must be a metaphor for this city this life this politics sending ash into eyes almost like  smoke other older factories striped into sky at scheduled intervals but this black startles seen from my ridge 20 … Continue reading →

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For Jimmie

Posted on September 28, 2015 by Susan L Daniels

When a poet dies the land is not poorer because it holds bones loosely that once sang the resonance of stone and understood what leaves whispered When a poet dies the air echoes her mouth shaping sound that kiss of breath in her voice … Continue reading →

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There is no Prince

Posted on June 28, 2014 by Susan L Daniels

You are no prince riding to my rescue. The castle is long breached, and I still sleep, covered over by nettles, or roses– it does not matter which, as long as there is that sting to thread blood in cursive across skin, a language of … Continue reading →

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silver (anniversary)

Posted on June 18, 2014 by Susan L Daniels

You have become less you and more an if only. You are bigger than the reason I hate Februarys. You are more than a sound. you are larger, but lighter than the sum of your bones and the shape of … Continue reading →

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