Saturday, September 1, 2012

A Poem by Susan Dale


You went away one October day.
I told myself we drifted apart

Though my heart doesn’t remember it that way

Drifting___ is morning mist
burning into full-fledged day

Shadows into sunlight

Winds: wanderers

But you leaving that brisk November day
That was howling gales hurling
sharp objects into helpless creatures

Powerful waves
Crashing the shore in rampages
To carry off
my sad and broken heart

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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