Elizabeth Shield Poems

The falling clouds
the rising boughs
of winters snow
in winds that blow
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We laugh as we run by
the pale golden cornstalks
we keep turning left
and get lost in corn mazes
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When summer ends
at first i feel
like i have been
left alone and
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History, Mythology,
Words on paper that I see,
tease me, prod me, trick my eyes,
Then they take me by surprise.
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A lying word,
is something somber
Like an ink drop,
in a pool of water.
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And if you wish,
Then take me too,
Were it was I,
Instead of you,
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The dance was slow
Your hands were soft
As we twirl in the half-light
We speak of the most
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I’m always hurt,
because of you

Your selfish words,
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Brilliant warm light, a summer day
Daisies bobbing up and down on a summer breeze
Green grass so smooth and fresh
Lovely sunshine
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