elysabeth faslund Poems

If I told you hawks' secrets,
Should you listen...
If I whispered willow shadows,
Would you listen...
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And the people were angry with Jesus, after he cast out demons from a man. They accused Him of black arts. He answered, 'Do you not remember she who was greater than Solomon....? '
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God, my Father. Earth, my Mother.
What ancient book did not tell
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Call me wild moon, forest etching night's clearing....
glow ghosting silence-wide eyes,
blurring frost fur paths
feralled ancient....
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What racist named her a racist?
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I had a sense of you being near. Alone.
The lone hunter stalking with cautious claws
Extended, imprinting the warm earth.
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I'm walking on Sunshine!
Today!
Easy, soft steps of walking
In Joy!
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Part your lips to hear the song.
Close your heart to one love.
Open the door to feel safe.
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Writing is dangerous...for words follow commands....
If they choose.
Cat Words, scratching claws sharp, with meaning,
Or jibberish, or half-written, haltingly.
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Venus. Love Goddess?
Sulphuric acid romance...
Molten lava heart.
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Gentle wings soar
Soft dimness past
Twilight.
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