Elizabeth Lindberg Poems

He'd found some balls of clay,
and puzzled over them,
inside a beach-side cave,
that was small, dark, and dim,
...

Once upon a time in
Ye old Ohio
(really Michigan, but go with me here)
lived a writer too dum to use her spell-check,
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Oh mon amour, taste me!
What delights mine are to give!
Of sight and taste, touch, and sound,
I have but one request,
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The winter of the heart,
seemingly cold and barren...
but it's only blanketed
against the cold brutal reality
...

What's in a smile?
A thought worthwhile,
some pleasant memories,
a dash of charm,
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Trouble is a bubble
we escape the day we die,
it floats into the sky above
and makes an angel cry,
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The sea! The sea!
The witchy sea!
thou art called she,
the sea!
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Short my life is,
that's my fate,
I was made to decorate,
the world with grace,
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I am glad you're gone,
Stone across the water,
you have disappeared,
not much more then nothing,
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If a picture paints a thousand words
so does a single note,
tingling on the breeze of life,
the sound of love and hope,
...