Tag Archives: love

It is dangerous to love a poet

Posted on January 31, 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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phoenix

Posted on January 3, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Thanks, Mike I want to sing in flights of us– not from this tuneless sob you call instrument and I call broken flute; not from this stave that stalls, half-crafted you call talent and I call wasted; I want to … Continue reading →

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They made me do it (three nuts and a squirrel)

Posted on December 29, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

this magic of us we own is nothing tangible but priceless and if I could I would not hide it in a safe because it would not be close enough no, I would be the old woman who stuffs her … Continue reading →

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not every poem I write is about you

Posted on December 29, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

Not every poem I write is about you just the ones that when I read them out loud stretch breath tight like a bowstring that fires an arrow at a fleeing target and falls short so I have to swallow … Continue reading →

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language

Posted on December 25, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

I have learned you as a second language and am not yet fluent in your tangles of nuance I misspeak more than I speak stumble over heady consonants with multiple meanings it is not so much what is said as … Continue reading →

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I dreamed your voice

Posted on December 10, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

I dreamed your voice, waking with always that leap forward this heart takes when it hears you if want can span this stretch, lift spirit free from strings & fly I know, precisely where mine would go unheeding & careless … Continue reading →

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warning label (spoken word)

Posted on December 9, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

this box you try to fit me inside is too narrow for my borders & I will not be folded like a secret under your bed a stained & shameful thing with all the magazines & my shape is too … Continue reading →

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