Liilia Talts Morrison

Freshman - 832 Points (August 20,1937 / Estonia)

Liilia Talts Morrison Poems

1. Circlets And Ringlets 3/10/2007
2. White Velvet 3/16/2007
3. A Bruised Deer 3/22/2007
4. Glades Forever 3/31/2007
5. Quarantine 4/1/2007
6. The Red Miata 4/2/2007
7. Tibet Forever 4/3/2007
8. Little Gypsy 4/4/2007
9. Not Sure 4/9/2007
10. Father, Don'T Go Yet 4/10/2007
11. Remembering 4/10/2007
12. Torn Photographs 4/12/2007
13. Final Fire 4/13/2007
14. Sleeping With A Possum 4/15/2007
15. Shell Thoughts 5/2/2007
16. Lacy Handkerchief 5/2/2007
17. Persian Sky 5/2/2007
18. Summer Lecture 5/2/2007
19. A Fury Of Days 5/2/2007
20. Dead Poets Meet 5/2/2007
21. Zoppot 5/2/2007
22. Art Moderne 5/2/2007
23. Bob Mccrae 5/2/2007
24. Sweet Sixteen 5/2/2007
25. Summer Charade 5/2/2007
26. On Watching A Dead Butterfly 5/2/2007
27. Musty Room 5/2/2007
28. The Poets Group 5/2/2007
29. Winter War 5/2/2007
30. Goatherd 5/2/2007
31. The Redland 5/2/2007
32. Basqueland 5/2/2007
33. Drifter 5/2/2007
34. Why Was I Here? 5/2/2007
35. T.H.E.Y. 5/2/2007
36. Broken Little Chairs 5/2/2007
37. Danny's Option 5/2/2007
38. Was It Lies? 5/2/2007
39. Espanola Way 5/2/2007
40. A Little Friend 5/2/2007
Best Poem of Liilia Talts Morrison

Partings

A woman friend the other day
said someone left her stranded
the person moved to other scenes
the parting had been candid

No speeches and no stuff exchanged
no crying and no tears
although it seemed a single drop
left marks of sadness, fear

I thought about the times I left
someone or they left me.
Had there been tears or had the years
blurred out what had to be?

I wondered why two people must
at times play that sad game
it seems unfair to break a heart
yet I, too, am to blame

Those turning points, though few there were
when I ...

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White Velvet

Did you ever wear a cloak
Softer than a kitten’s chin
Creamy, milk rich, mild its yoke,
Cradling soft with languid stroke?

Folding, falling, touching ground,
Arms and shoulders blending in,
Couching, tender to surround
Floating o’er the snowy ground?

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