On Hallowmas


A Drop in the Stream

On Hallowmas


A drop in the stream, I

call upon the river.

On this sacred day

I call upon my Dearest Dead.

A father a sister a love,

artist friends who burned so bright,

an aunt a cousin,


I call my beloved dog.

You Gone-befores walk close.


Through the flimsy veil

I touch you,

I remember—

I am wide and flowing.

©Susa Silvermarie 2014

The Heartening Angel


The Heartening Angel


Her wings were not, at first,


On her brown clay back,

their site of attachment

forms a pink join,

a way for the angel’s heart

to bloom through.

When I’m not looking,

she rises into air,

spreads those earthy wings,

and dusts us

with blessings of imperfections.

In this way,

with her single spiral eye,

she heartens the world.

pottery sculpture by Nels Arnold
poem by Susa Silvermarie


The Heartening Angel

with thanks to her sculptor, Nels Arnold