Tag Archives: poetry

in losing this us

Posted on August 5, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

you finally free your tongue from insults & blame use it for one last song I am long past humming with you the music you write for us in desperate sharps & flats twists rickety scale staircases I will not climb another step … Continue reading →

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the escarpment (my Sarawak)

Posted on August 5, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

the escarpment wrapped my great-aunt’s house in Owen Sound curled around that small city like a gentle rock arm in a loose, casual embrace– nothing too tight or showing much emotion in the north we climbed that rock every summer … Continue reading →

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perspective (underfoot)

Posted on August 4, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

I am growing things my mud feet my root fingers my sunflower stem spine are common but not as fragile as you think I am quiet but not voiceless beneath your feet under your machines silent does not mean weak … Continue reading →

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pharisees (hands)

Posted on August 3, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

what do your hands do besides point? yes they pray but do they sow seed? do they sew bandages? do they break bread for mouths not your own? do your hands teach do your hands heal? keep your fingers busy … Continue reading →

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for beauty’s sake–original and pantoum

Posted on August 3, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

So–this is a poem I wrote back in 1985 originally: A flowershop rosebud opened too soon your petals crumble to ash in my palm traces of gray I carelessly brush from my fingertips ***and here it is reworked into pantoum … Continue reading →

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waking up in the middle of a poem

Posted on August 2, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

I do not dream poetry my bones speak it while I sleep pipe sound like a fugued whisper murmuring through veins quiet as blood but more metered, carried to where words are shaped awake before dreams snap closed completely and … Continue reading →

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Pantoum (before)

Posted on August 2, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

I do not remember innocence. I was never in any first garden, This life sprung from dust and breath blended Before I knew death was hungry. Our bonding was never ideal. I was never in any first garden, Tasting temptation and finding … Continue reading →

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