Liilia Talts Morrison Poems

I saw a car the other day of nineteen fifties vintage
Restored to perfect quality - a coin of finest mintage
I wondered who had set his hand to bringing back its gleam
For surely rust and time had worn and torn its steely seams
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Addiction is a painful thing
Black widow with a cruel sting
It treats a gentle, loving man
Like refuse in a garbage can
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I chose the path of craggy knolls
According to my light
My basket brimmed with simple fare
Eyes fixed on skies' delight
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They whirl
They swirl
They spin around
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You were a branch of graceful growth
I quickly joined your reaching
We celebrated each new day
For sun and rain beseeching
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The table is ready, but where are the guests?
Thick linen is flawless, fine china the best
The silverware heavy, embellished with sheen
Most lovingly polished, fit for a great queen
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The canvas sits in expectation
Of gentle strokes with sable brush
Warm hand to channel the creation
Of beauteous blooms in colors lush
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I wish to be a health food freak
Eat yogurt made by earthy Greeks
Regroup my budget to buy leeks
Drink dulse smoothies for two weeks
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There are days my balance ceases
Sanity decreases
Fear releases
Its dark whirlpool
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The holidays are coming
Bring out the finery
The kitchen is a'humming
With women's sorcery
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