Lillian Susan Thomas Poems

While reading Li Po, I fall
Asleep, and dream of the moon
My body lies on white
Cool sheets, flooded in a pool
...

I see a pallid light from your room.
Are you awake? Are you alone?
Our love may no longer be in bloom
When I see a pallid light from your room
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A
mason
jar
is crammed
...

First
time I
view
mountain
...

Every day is folded around
A soft center, fragrant with heaven.
To unwrap that moment
Carefully peeling back
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The
mountain
lays
upon
...

Sunlight through the slanted shutters
Lay stripes across her breasts,
Bars across the sheets,
Precise angular lines of shadow
...

Fish
schools knife
through
the stream -
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I would not mind dying
If it could be as gentle
As magnolia petals drop
And turn from milk
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I am compelled to write about Mount St. Helens
Even though I sit here in Texas, in the fever of clear blue air,
Too far away to know how. I cannot write about her fitful sleep,
Restless with nightmares whose boundaries novaed,
...