Tag Archives: poetry

Creekwalking

Posted on June 17, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

My son rides a stone tortoise half risen and sunning water carved, sun-split, ice etched shell solid in laughing water cold as new rain and carving my feet, also slowly like the stones shaped like turtles but headless I erode … Continue reading →

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ocean

Posted on June 17, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

not sky but surface dances dips swells undersurface filtering light limit of swim and leap through thinness returning with gills gasping but some drink deep dive inside particulate salted thickness breathe down with them into blue gray cold warm current highways … Continue reading →

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heart on his sleeve, not yours

Posted on June 17, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

you show so simply love the way you adjust his collar smooth down porcupine bristled hair, both masked caresses you call grooming impossible to hide, nor should you how your eyes soften to bittersweet chocolate when you hug him goodbye. … Continue reading →

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process (again) inspiration

Posted on June 16, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

baptists don’t speak in tongues (too impolite, that unexpected interruption of the spirit into Sunday routines) so imagine my surprise the day I breathed in image and spoke it out, my fingers shouting poetry

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Wallenda’s walk

Posted on June 16, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

he planned this careful picking his way across a stretch of rope months ago his line spanning a singing roar of water sheeting in shining tons and tones over the escarpment dimming gasps and cheers of the witnesses, equally insignificant on … Continue reading →

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This brush of mind touching mind

Posted on June 15, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

This brush of mind touching mind even more than skin meeting skin is a gift, present even in your absence as I pluck your dreaming self like a far-straying violet, and bring you on my walk through woods and waterfalls taking in … Continue reading →

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falling by degrees

Posted on June 15, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

If this world is fallen then its fall is endless and controlled around the sun, saved by a greater gravity than what set it spinning; not so, our fall. But there are other kinds and states of falling:  fallen cities, falling … Continue reading →

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