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Monday, February 8, 2021

Songs, Returning

"Music is the soundtrack of your life." ~ Dick Clark


 More Saturday night poetry . . .

Songs, Returning 

I’ve been listening to songs, lately 

Songs I heard when I was young 

When they spoke of growing older 

I hadn’t realized 

It was yet another passageway 

From me, to me.

~ Susan Larison Danz 


Dimming Forest photo by Susan Larison Danz

Saturday, November 4, 2017

Raking at Dusk

"I have since only very rarely seen the tree with the lights in it. The vision comes and goes, mostly goes, but I live for it..." ~ Annie Dillard

Raking at dusk, somehow a brilliant white feather appeared under the leaves, reminiscent of eagles and angels.  The flash of the camera captured it, seemingly all by itself.  I rarely use the flash.


It was cold.  It was windy.  Rain was attempting to begin.  It reminded me of Illinois in November.

It was perfect. 

Thursday, October 26, 2017

Let go....

"See how beautifully the trees let go..."
~ Mary Anne Byrne



Let go, let go, let go....
The sacred leaves.
They fall. 
They speak.

~ Susan Larison Danz, while walking today.... 


 

Saturday, May 30, 2015

Weeding

"Never lose an opportunity of seeing anything that is beautiful; for beauty is God's handwriting..." ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

I have gotten behind (way behind!) on my weeding.  And because weeds in my gardens can no longer stay, I set about the task, just now, for a time, a little at a time, or so I thought.

I was in for a bit of a surprise.

The more I weeded, the fewer weeds I saw.  It seems many of the weeds had integrated into Beauty, no longer weeds at all...


Tuesday, May 7, 2013

New Beginnings

Its been a long day and a long weekend, so I'll rely on the voice of my teens yet again.  And yes, one of these days, I will try my hand at poetry again (not just the single line variety).  I do have some other poems from adulthood I have not yet shared, but it's been several years since I have attempted to write one.

This poem I wrote primarily within the context of seeking new spiritual horizons, no longer following the evangelical belief system of my parents and just becoming aware of what was often called "The New Age Movement" at the time.  I was also nearing college at the time I wrote it, and I was yearning to be free.

It has a certain maturity to it, reflecting an awareness of (or at least a hope for) an unconditional kind of love, through which someone who loves you is happy for you if you are happy, no matter what choices you ultimately make. 

I'm not sure I completely realized at the time just how relevant a poem like this can be throughout one's life, in many contexts...



New Beginnings

I look to the horizon
    as brightness creeps upon the sky
But then I hear you call my name,
    shrieking through the wilderness of night
I turn to gaze your way
    but only darkness fills my eyes
A wistful tear rolls down my cheek
For I must spend this time alone.
Tempt me not to retread steps
    already followed long ago
The choice to strike out has been made.
To go back would be foolish now
    That world's no longer mine.
I know my heart has not yet found
    the peace it deeply yearns
For I am neither here nor there,
    balancing on the borderline of destiny.
And when I somehow find my way
    to a place I can call home,
Then I will face you once again,
    my life aglow with the smile
        of contentment.

~ Susan Larison, 1982