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Tag Archives: poetry
burial in february
sometimes love is less valentine and more a wait for melt for softening of surface dirt under snow to bury what’s dead sometimes love is measuring how deep to cover the bones, and how wide a space we need to … Continue reading
what it is
This is not a map through the maze or a blueprint to what I build it is a shell singing the movement of what is possible in emptiness put it to your ear listen it is what this heart knows
gravity
you don’t see me but I am here spinning in a flurry we might call a dance if we were together in this so light it is not falling but a spiral race to earth
the free market (in memory of my sister, 05/09/1965-02-21/1995)
the year our garden gave too much we sold zucchini at the road five for a dollar my father’s farmer friend drove slow by our table, pretending to cry as we stole his business and we two (capitalists disguised as … Continue reading
Beneath
You are always skimming the surface of things. If it were summer I would call you dragonfly and love you for it but this is winter and ice grows deeper than the flowers prismed on my window thick enough to … Continue reading
the miraculous reduced to the mundane
singular each of these falling is something new unseen in shape since the beginning shoveled from sidewalks brushed from cars what was unique drifts mundane in collective reduced by quantity to something less special and more routine in plural
fragment 1/15/2014
I am no god, but pay a divine price for what I learn. I did not trade an eye for wisdom; Just this heart bargained for a moment. Listen. Absence speaks loudest in a quiet place where pulse rioted hope … Continue reading
Susan Daniels Poetry 