Tag Archives: NaPoWriMo

Tanka #1

Posted on April 11, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

What drives this knowing? Poets are people who walk through life with small flaws in cracked armor, allowing life to blossom beneath skin.

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killed by a falling bed

Posted on April 9, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

for Duncan If fate, or one of them, Moirai: the one with the scissors, has to cut this thread, I hope she doesn’t laugh while she does it, my manner of death more interesting than the way I choose to live: … Continue reading →

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Ottavia for the eighth

Posted on April 8, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Bad things most often come in threes, they say but who counted the deaths, the losses up to set that number?  A tribute to fate or the fates, perhaps; but what of the one whose wife, kids, cat, and dog … Continue reading →

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six declarative sentences on cold warming

Posted on April 7, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

The blame for this cool spring points to the apices of the globe. It is the fault of unchained jetstreams, tied to polar ice each year. Freed by melting, they loop lower than arctic air in winter, allowing this continent to skip … Continue reading →

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spamimals

Posted on April 6, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Animals think they’re pretty smart shit on the ground, see in the dark but they do see to not step in their own shit so they are smarter than us.   ***A found poem (the first part), from my spam queue

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April: A cinquain

Posted on April 5, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Snow lies: spring is here, coiled in curled fiddlehead ferns unfolding under snow, a thaw I taste

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I Read Job to Be Reminded

Posted on April 4, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

It is not God I should accuse but us: We were not there when You laid the foundation when You set the cornerstone. We are flawed with our cracked clay feet, unfit for keeping. Fallen. I read Job to understand awe: We … Continue reading →

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