Tag Archives: poetry

for GGM

Posted on April 17, 2014 by Susan L Daniels

who will bring me butterflies now in this time of spring peepers and crocuses before anything opens? I will watch for you and maybe see something very much like an angel but drunk and dirty whose prayer shakes a fist at … Continue reading →

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spring happens

Posted on April 13, 2014 by Susan L Daniels

Forget calendars Forget light, measured in axial slant or day length spring unfolds and is less calculation and more the yellow crocuses shout quietly under this kitchen window where I dreamed them expected but never exactly planned

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mother wisdom

Posted on April 6, 2014 by Susan L Daniels

Don’t look at the sun she said; something that holy, stretched from the star that feeds us is hungry for vision, so starved for eyes the sheer memory of that light will be a shadow that burns forever   ***the NaPoWriMo … Continue reading →

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NaPoWriMo Day 5: A Tribute to Buffalo Bill

Posted on April 5, 2014 by Susan L Daniels

There are lots of poets from Buffalo but unlike the Bills we are not defunct We who make over words used to sing to dance to joy to make a red unicycle ride out of form to take a ? … Continue reading →

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a charm against anger

Posted on April 3, 2014 by Susan L Daniels

Willow shavings steeped in spring water, drained The feather of a bluejay The kiss of a cat Lemon balm One moth’s wing Grind to a fine paste (mortar and pestle optional. works just as well pummeled with fists). Place on … Continue reading →

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Dear Ex-Boyfriend

Posted on April 2, 2014 by Susan L Daniels

I brought you  me, translated but you don’t like poetry, words arranged in bouquets. You prefer the subtlety of phloem reject the dizzy of breathing the bloom

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Shamhat

Posted on April 2, 2014 by Susan L Daniels

Two miles away from you may your lover tremble with excitement, one mile away may he bite his lip in anticipation I would have journeyed to him unbidden, my path from the temple fated and traced by sandaled feet, dusty but eager … Continue reading →

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