Tag Archives: Poetry free verse

Lois (Alzheimer poem #6): How to write an S

Posted on April 30, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

the kitchen table was our battleground: if I could read at 2 then surely I could create an “S” at 3, she said & I shaped them backwards or slumped them along lined paper sideways, like snakes trying wildly to … Continue reading →

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earth women

Posted on April 30, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

for Nancy Yes, we fight & love our men with a vengeance it is because we know the slow passage of silent rivers moving underground deeper still the volcanic pulse of molten gold & iron the spin of the planet … Continue reading →

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my sister’s ghost

Posted on April 30, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

Twice I saw her in dreams; the first time I carried her weightless in a basket on my back. No one saw her but me, & she wrapped her arms around my neck & murmured in my ear how to … Continue reading →

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Cultural Graffiti

Posted on April 29, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

****This is an old, old poem I am revising, as I believe it still has relevance today.  This does have strong language in it (I use a word in here I have never said–ever, and I don’t read this one … Continue reading →

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Lois (Alzheimer poem #5): Symmetry

Posted on April 29, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

when my daughter was new she had hair to her shoulders. I was afraid to wash it– everything about her so small, so breakable & my mother would come over after work to wash her hair. Later, I did the … Continue reading →

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04/28/2012

Posted on April 28, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

for too long I have been politely silent it is now my season for shouting

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the lazy man

Posted on April 28, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

distilling images into pure form is hard work– & he calls himself lazy!

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