Say Yes

By jd daniels

The poems of j.d daniels in Say Yes begin soft and gentle as a breeze from behind,
the quietness carried in fields of corn. A world beneath the world of snow-covered
branches, each poem opens with a quotation by Rumi, lending a timeless air.

By twists and turns, images flicker off the page like the sighting of a fishhook.
There is, inside the words and spaces in between, a breath, a defiance,
a standing-against-all-odds, a woman saying “Yes!”
~ Claudia Bischoff, Graduate of Iowa Writers` Workshop

• Language: English
• Publisher: jd daniels
• Release date: Jul 12, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301786282

jd daniels

j.d. daniels` fiction and poetry has appeared in various publications, including: The PEN Woman’s Online Magazine, riverbabble, The Broad River Review, The Sylvan Echo, The Elkhorn Review and Doorknobs & BodyPaint Fantastic Flash Fiction: An Anthology. She received a prize for poetry from Emerson College/Cambridge University, is listed in the Iowa Arts and Poets & Writers Directories and is an active member of PEN Women of Southwest Florida. Her poetry has been choreographed to dance and has inspired painters and clay artists. Her book, The Old Wolf Lady: A Biography was published in 2005 by a grant from The Iowa Arts Council. She was awarded her doctoral degree for her collection of poems, Currents That Puncture and is co-founder and an editor of Prairie Wolf Press Review. Say Yes was listed No. 1 on the Iowa City/Cedar Rapids local best-seller list for the week of July 8th, 2013.

Book preview

And you? When will you begin that long journey into yourself? ~ Rumi

She sits alone wrapped in her green coat

like an eagle writhing to burst her shell

fearful as she gazes into her cup

half-hidden by the shadows of the night

The woman—like the artist

is aware of the darkness behind her

He has painted the picture window ominous

making her figure small before it

She poses knowing his purpose

but unwilling to turn to the void

Though the blackened window reflects a pathway of light

the woman waits . . . yet unable to shed her wrap

A Message for Hemingway

When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy ~ Rumi

I painted your house once you know

standing on your sidewalk

looking at the plantains

the hibiscus in pale bloom

smelling the lushness

mixed with the salt air

capturing your spooled steps

in shades of grey

You didn't see me of