Tag Archives: poem

(a)Wake

Posted on September 26, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

He was with me in the sunlight pressing blocks into carpet, heat kissing the tips of his black shoes shiny while I played the shoelace game with my small fingers always unraveling his knots– and then he wasn’t there, but … Continue reading →

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Love Letter: Response Poem

Posted on September 14, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

If I were a ladybug I would marry you in your constant opening to air; my 12 footprints tracking pollen across our moss bed, these antenna two quills shaped simply to scribe your sweet with nectar ink. I would love you … Continue reading →

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Patience

Posted on September 14, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Some work is slow work, where what must happen happens silent in the space where cream hardens to parmesan or phenols break into bouquet; where calendars are only suggestions, and the months from plowing to first fruit are measured best … Continue reading →

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Midnight of the Spaghetti Western

Posted on August 10, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

The rolls the piano plays spin a dialogue scripted between greed and pathos, existential angst scaled over horse lather and cattle wearing new brands.  The real west was rougher and more honest than this.  Still, there is room for me … Continue reading →

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it is indian summer & I have diem to carpe

Posted on October 19, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

it is indian summer & I have diem to carpe– the sky has never been this specific blue & oh I want to choose these moments from fall for best ripeness, red & rounding full into my hands, bitten into like new apples, … Continue reading →

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in late july midnight

Posted on July 27, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

in late July midnight this firefly floats inches from my hands & settles on my knee just one blinking her long code of lust or hunger to no answering light the rest of the fireflies long gone in this heat … Continue reading →

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