elysabeth faslund Poems

Droning words, unfortunately read
This tender, fog-draped morning,
Has done nothing for my appreciation
Of the world of the 'Genie'...
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Cletus and Leotard came over that day,
(five hours late) to install mini-blinds.
Lord, help us. Lead us in this valley of
Tears, to pray.
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I burned your toothbrush
Yesterday.
Slept by myself
Last night.
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All I want is love...
Say it.
All I want is the world...
Wrap it.
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It came down, in the end, to starlight...
Dusted lashes blinking,
Eyes trailing intricate arms of galaxies,
Thinking with breaths of blood,
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Half cup sleepy
Pre-dawn
Three teaspoons
Silvered dew
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It is time to test the Winter Willows
Rooted on banked edges of Autumn suns
Rivering through September, on their way
Downstream...rapidly tumbling yesterdays
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Had I but world enough in time,
This slowness, Poemhunter, would be no crime! ! ! ! ! ! !
Vaster than Empires! ! ! But you don't mend! ! ! ! !
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Soft cotton on the staircase, velveted all around...
Ghosting whispers, faint airs drifting...
Eternal calls.
Passing up and on, turning twice...then
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Ice dancing. Tip-toe. Quiet.
Inlay of pebbles, boulders
Moving slow. Slower. Silence.
Mist. Fog. Trance dream.
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