Tag Archives: poetry

love in active language

Posted on August 30, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

a cathedral built of live stone climbs skyward this is how I pray in breath consciously and always spires stretching to joy stained-glassed sun stamping color in light reliefs on the floor on my hands across knees this voice in … Continue reading →

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sky music

Posted on August 29, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

i heard hymns sung in thunder today the deep bass drum of the sky torn open to bleed rain

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(play)grounding

Posted on August 29, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

play(ground) so sanitary now gravel not grass under small feet; harder walking but softer falls & no wearing grass to dust under swings where nothing grows children chase each other in tribes, formed & warring in minutes in their game of … Continue reading →

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tone of voice

Posted on August 29, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

we are instruments and our voices are well-tuned; sometimes we breathe language lightly & those scales feather skin like foreplay those tones you like, stroking spine & weaving through hair like elegant fingers but our words, too, carry little weight … Continue reading →

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zoo nation (do not feed the animals)

Posted on August 29, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

***LANGUAGE WARNING*** no bad grammar, but I cuss a little in this one… politics regresses us. no grooming can kill all the parasites sucking us to anemia, but still we pick & stroke the minutiae that will bleed us empty … Continue reading →

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the shift

Posted on August 28, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

September brings trees aging to claret reds & white-wine yellows; air tasting of grapes & new apples, blending with visible breath, premonition of harder freezing on the way something September owns heady and baroque reminds me of Vivaldi, not the fall movement … Continue reading →

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days like these

Posted on August 28, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

days like these I want an exit sign right there on the ceiling where I can if I really want to jump out of this skin & leave the planet temporarily to the insane (both criminal & not) but that … Continue reading →

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