Saturday, July 28, 2012

Two Poems By Susan Dale

Standing In The Doorway Of Yesterday

  In the thin light of March
   When naked trees wear
   Only voices of the past
Then do I rewind remembrance
Time velvet in depths of shadows
Weightless dreams and distant figures
   Standing in nocturnal doors
   Light and the way it creates
   Atmosphere around the years
The way light falls on yesterday
   With its breath of mist
   Feathers drawn across
  The wet paint of memory
Tremors- Quivers- Aloft in the air
Yesterday, with its lines crossed over
    Rubbed thin, crumpled within
          The fingers of fate
Ephemeral shadows shading winter windows
      Luminous winter light
     And the snow that dusts
  My windows with dreams
Sweeping with vertical strokes
Wiping over with whitewash
  Across the epitaphs of time


No barriers between
   pervasive silence
      and the weight of words

Transparent curtains lifted
           to lost beginnings

The way that shadows step
                backwards in time

   Into spheres of colors

Or mingle with the whispers of water

The naked brutality of separations

The metallic flavors pressed on all sides
                  with memories falling
                                    through clouds

Secrets into secret selves

Our landscapes stretched to exiled worlds
Spring back into interiors
To be held within our hearts

Susan’s poems and fiction are on Eastown Fiction, Tryst 3, Word Salad, Pens On Fire, Ken *Again, Hackwriters, and Penwood Review. In 2007, she won the grand prize for poetry from Oneswan. 

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