Tag Archives: poetry

Frankie’s Poem (ballad form)

Posted on September 19, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Die with it in you, were the words he cried and so I bent voiceless to that noose, tighter round my neck than ever my tongue was tied, keeping secret what other women loosed. The words they say I sang … Continue reading →

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authenticity

Posted on September 19, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

My grandmother baked bread on Saturdays, her kitchen uncluttered by those plastic bags prettied with red/blue/yellow dots bubbled like foaming yeast. She used to say you could believe in her butter, and her bread was free of wonder.   ***A … Continue reading →

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collateral damage

Posted on September 17, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

when the dust lifts count the bodies subtract the one you wanted to hit and tell me if the others are any less dead through non-intention this is a math I will never understand: the sine, cosine, and collaterals of … 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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the jazz of my words

Posted on September 13, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

I want to roll with the jazz of my words popping lightly– finger snaps or high heels on concrete tapping a beat that makes me sway spoken music let strength and snap pour from my mouth in a cadence felt from the … Continue reading →

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John Wayne’s Dead

Posted on September 1, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

John Wayne’s dead but his ghost rattles spurs and his voice blows tumbleweed promises only flesh can keep.  His badge, shiny as only tin is in sunshine winks as if this is all a joke, this wild west, this middle … Continue reading →

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