elysabeth faslund Poems

Jays scrapbook blue
Between cloud feathers
Of sky...
No rain promises kept.
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Seek you the Bo Tree?
Incarnations of Krishna?
And, having found that
Tree...
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Burn me
Under massive oaks
Whose branches tumble
Breaking
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Soulmate of the Moon's glow...
Hold me. Touch my cheek
Softly.
Dance with me...forest steps,
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I weave no positive, unchipped china
Words today.
Morning poured bitter tea.
I drank from a cracked cup.
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Suture my mind with Moonflowers, at night.
When no one sees to see the white.
The gardenia/jasmine air blocked...and the
Knight takes the Queen, and a mad Queen
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'Every time I cried,
Then laughed at things
Thought inane...
Patiently, a gravelly voice
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Confetti of the Serengeti
Rained up, down,
Diagonal...
Intracacies spiraling
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Is a peek all we get of the Beginning...
Is that 'away-time' kept...beguiled
In the Hills Of Changlings...
I will foster that child...
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Winds have not begun, yet.
Silent...too silent. A hush.
Water in the sky, rapids
Through beds of December...
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