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Tag Archives: poetry
for you
Dreaming I will wake walking with you & waking I will carry your name a secret kept under my tongue that begs to be shouted
For Zoe
if sometimes you are loud, my daughter it is because those three continents you spring from shout together in one voice, uniquely yours, braided into one note, a history, sometimes bitter but purified, distilled & blended into your beauty, & … Continue reading
busting up cliches
if it takes 2 to tango what happens when 1 detaches drifts from dancer to audience watches her partner ply those set patterns of basic outside partner forward 1-2-3 then slide leading himself that tango no longer suggestive but set … Continue reading
our chemistry
this mad science passion, heated & distilled captured by drips into a flask left to age & softened by dust settling on the surface darkened by time its contents when opened should sublimate to something pure & uncatchable love (?)
the heaviness after rain
creek full to the limit kisses the high stone banks & bleeds into the woods even air is denser, sweeter more sipped than breathed & everything green grown sleek with water saturated from the roots up yesterday’s thirst pale memory … Continue reading
ontology (throwing stones–again)
a stone has whatness that is measured, tasted, seen & felt as stone & not feather its howness weighed first in my hand so I know how very much stone it is heavier than air that is slingshot through that … Continue reading
hillcrest
we used to ride bikes here our tires fluttering with playing cards threaded & tied to the spokes how many times did we race past this spot where I would bury you?
Susan Daniels Poetry 