Liilia Talts Morrison Poems

In the southern soil of India
Thrives a thick, beloved plant
Leaves of gold are tipped with rose hues
And its oil enhances chants
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I yearn to sit on ocean's edge
When wind and rain are raging
While clinging to a rocky ledge
Feel God's great power engaging
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Reach for the fading days of sun
This age is ending its slow run
Dance as the decades march along
Sing while you still to earth belong
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When I was young I liked to see
The smiles on people's faces
Droll puppies running ‘round a tree
In sunny summer races
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We come, we go
We reap and sow
We tread upon the Milky Way
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I went awandering in prickly ditches
Where childhood's bloody scratches pockmarked skinny legs
Deceptive pretty wild rose shrubs reminding
How orange skins uncovered painful quills
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I see them going to and fro
Exploring this and that
They chant, they stretch, they twist their necks
And lie on rubber mats
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The day wears down
The light is fading
The afternoon
A hazy thought
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Kindness did not enter
Linen damask silver rooms
Men and women dressed in silk
Never noticed
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We wandered down a narrow lane
My friends and I that day
Just having lunched in a small bar
That time had worn and frayed
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