Liilia Talts Morrison Poems

The metal filings of my mind
Shards piercing a long hidden mine
They stir up pools of brackish brine
And grind, and grind, and grind, and grind
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The fireplace looked trim enough
quaint tiles all in a row
placed oh so very carefully
each made by hand just so
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My story starts with just a seed
dropped in the soil of birth
then rain and sunshine coax it forth
to open in rich earth
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Raise your gaze above the blue
watch the creatures of the sky
watch them flying by and by
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The other day I found this object
And wondered why it was created
The lion does look fierce and brave
With hieroglyphs engraved around it
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Ef ya ain't
ya cain't
ef ya dunno
ya wont
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Somewhere the sun is shining
But not here
Somewhere there’s trust and giving
But not here
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Rising falling
Ebbing flowing
Throbbing life
Surrounds us all
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Some things you can't remember
Some things you must forget
Some things burn down to ashes
Some haven't happen yet
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Like grains spewn from a sower’s hand
We helpless refugees like chips
Were herded onto cold, gray ships
To distant countries, foreign lands
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