elysabeth faslund Poems

Trailing words behind, as dust motes airborne...
Tantalizing sun rays flame them to life...
Coalescing, accreting awesome worlds...
Stable, tectonic poetry uncurls
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Poetry that is controversial
Is seldom very convivial
To everyone...
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In the Evening, sounds get
Softer, until there's a hush
Which settles as powder
Snow would...leaving the
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John cupped her cheek with one hand,
Her heart and soul with the other.
'Go to the sunlight with me, my love.'
'I already worship the sun in your eyes.'
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A whale in the seas
Had boney maroney knees,
But he glided along
Hearing a morning song...
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Moses, I ask about your hands,
Things they could have held...
Rough, hardened from desert
Passages, sandstorms, acrid suns.
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Maids of Spring, Summer, Fall...
Sleeping, tucked cozy under bowers.
Dreaming, waiting awakening.
The fourth sister, Winter's Maid
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Your nails are hard, lovely, and LONG...
CSI wants their impression cast...unsolved cases.

That huge Kingsnake ate all the bad snakes...
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Eagle, Crab, left behind...past baby cries
Deeper through Andromeda, Sagittarius.
Does Light exist more than Darkness?
Through Darkness to Light?
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Let's go over the cliff together,
Holding hands, laughing.
It's over for us...
Except for Death.
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