Showing posts with label Susan Shea. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Susan Shea. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 29, 2025

To Have and To Hold by Susan Shea

 

Doralin Tunas


To Have and To Hold

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I kept looking for the place

​​​for the battery in the heated socks

​​​​you gave me, expecting another first

​​​​to add to the list of gifts I never

​​​​dreamed I would ever hold

 

​​​​but I am coming to understand

​​​​the warmth may be concealed

in the tendered fibers

designed to release

 

slow burning comfort that

creates its own electrical currents 

beyond what can be explained

​​​​on the packaging 

© Susan Shea

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Susan Shea

Susan Shea’s poetry has been accepted by Chiron Review, Ekstasis, Loch Raven Review, LitBreak, Foreshadow, The Gentian, and others. Within the past few months, one of her poems was nominated for Best of the Net by Cosmic Daffodil, and three poems were nominated for a Pushcart Prize by Umbrella Factory Magazine.

Thursday, June 26, 2025

Inclinations by Susan Shea

 

Image | Adrien Olichon


Inclinations


I must be a sister to the Cook Pine

​​​that misses its home 

​​​at the equator so much

it bends dramatically 

toward either north or south

​​​depending on which side

​​​it has been transplanted

 

​​​away from the great circle

I find myself leaning

into the fixed points of prophecy

 

where the center of wisdom

is pulling me over

word by word, verse by verse

into the longing, 

 

where I must know  

the arms of the warmest sun

are poised to catch me

© Susan Shea

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Susan Shea

Susan Shea’s poetry has been accepted by Chiron Review, Ekstasis, Loch Raven Review, LitBreak, Foreshadow, The Gentian, and others. Within the past few months, one of her poems was nominated for Best of the Net by Cosmic Daffodil, and three poems were nominated for a Pushcart Prize by Umbrella Factory Magazine.

Wednesday, May 28, 2025

Bystanders by Susan Shea

 

Charmain Jansen van Rensbarg

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Bystanders

​​​We watch the just-born giraffe work

​​​hard to stand, falling over

​​​again, and again, way ahead of dread

​​​under the attentive, helpless

​​​bending necks of her family

 

​​​she has all the fuel she needs

​​​to try and try 

 

​​​as though each waiting step

​​​knows it is the necessary part

of a mainspring

greater than itself

to stoke our reassurance

© Susan Shea


Enjoy other posts by Susan Shea HERE.

Susan Shea

Susan Shea’s poetry has been accepted by Chiron Review, Ekstasis, Loch Raven Review, LitBreak, Foreshadow, The Gentian, and others. Within the past few months, one of her poems was nominated for Best of the Net by Cosmic Daffodil, and three poems were nominated for a Pushcart Prize by Umbrella Factory Magazine.

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