Tag Archives: poetry

At Another Time

Posted on March 17, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

If we came back as cetaceans, I could hear our rhythm cycle from your throat, threads of song spun pure under water, independent of breath made only for me, and it would float in focused waves to my ears.  Soft, my answer would ripple … Continue reading →

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reversals

Posted on March 15, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

The first morning song wakes me before my alarm clock this winter tells me,  beautifully and without question that cardinal knows something March refuses to admit, weaving his nest on barely-budded branches with last year’s field grass, his wings bleeding through … Continue reading →

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subversion

Posted on March 14, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

The smallest things seed rebellion, the way starting tomatoes in March leads to dreams of oregano and basil scenting a summer walk but less obvious, because it is not food I am talking here but revolution, like standing up for something … Continue reading →

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faith (a cinquain)

Posted on March 14, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

shameless with purest joy he defiantly loves, no altar fit to hold or burn his gift

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perspectives

Posted on March 11, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

We call this blue jewel astronauts kiss on returning home, which means many things and is where death happens. Her tectonic rage resonates through space as she becomes bell, ringing and indifferent; tsunamis and fallen cities simply notes in her sounding, but us,  we remember. We light candles. … Continue reading →

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jigsaw (missing pieces)

Posted on March 11, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

This is not news, women gone before they are counted: their newborn flash snuffed quickly and quietly. It is a crisis of numbers, and numbers don’t lie. The bodies are buried, evidence wiped clean, and all we have to count is absence, … Continue reading →

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Opening

Posted on March 11, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Spring is less tentative now, stretching degrees upwards to short-sleeve weather though snow still hides in ditches and the shaded side of trees, there is softening, opening of the air to blooming, untasted since tannins painted days sepia, yellowing the … Continue reading →

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