Tag Archives: love

I sing dandelion seeds

Posted on November 4, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

My chrysanthemum/daisy/buttercup bouquet in a shoebox is a love poem.  I open it for you, smiling, but you see only the yellows, not the asters that are my eyes.  I sing dandelion seeds, each note touching your face.  You brush … Continue reading →

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What she said (a sort of roundel)

Posted on October 26, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Return to me, love.  My feet are planted deep in this country, sole to earth, rooted in the same soil where my father’s bones sleep. My spirit flows here, exhaled and rebreathed. Return to me and take what is offered. … Continue reading →

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letter to an old lover

Posted on August 17, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

I don’t remember the color of the walls in the room where we first spoke, but I do know the color of the glove I left in your car so I would see you again– dangerously red and obvious, dark … Continue reading →

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isis

Posted on August 7, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

There were 42 pieces of him I found; a jigsaw of flesh to solve piece into piece, or a crazyquilt trimmed and stitched exactly into his pattern. It takes audacity to reassemble a god from what’s dead, and the assurance … Continue reading →

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peacock

Posted on July 30, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Shake your feathers at me and I will want those hundred eyes turned only towards me, because we are such greedy things, squabbling for the prettiest mate and ripest fruit. Shake your feathers at me and I will wink back at all … Continue reading →

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It is dangerous to love a poet

Posted on July 25, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

It is dangerous to love a poet who blows emotion into rainbow animals; orange giraffes, pink dogs, purple monkeys– her balloon bestiary handed off to anyone who stops to admire her skill and their lightness. That some are shaped to your … Continue reading →

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Bonobos

Posted on July 23, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

We are no better than bonobos, defining ourselves by who we screw and how often, as if everything we are is distilled to those few inches of skin and what we do with it. No nun, but as an experiment … Continue reading →

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