Linda Marie Van Tassell Poems

A wash of dark ink spilled across sky,
spreading within ocean’s steady roll,
then dripped from the corners of his eye
from out the dark cavern of his soul.
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She speaks with the blue voice of an ocean
invoking the swell of blessings unbound,
sanctified with a poise of devotion
in realms of silence that struggle for sound.
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As far back as I can remember,
although I never really knew why,
I hated the month of December,
soaking up rain in back of my eye.
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I don't know why I keep coming back here
holding onto death in a snow bouquet.
It's like time has frozen every tear
and tossed them to heaven, to fall, to lay.
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July 6,1921 - March 6,2016

The clouds are stirring across the sky.
There is a hush across the nation.
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How many poems have been lost in the wind
that started to rise but never reached an end?
How many words fluttered but never found wing
to lift off the page and gloriously sing?
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Listen to the glisten of unwavering night
whose wayward whispers are an open hymn of praise,
sweeter than a smile's double dose of cheer and light
and breathing softer than a sleeping shepherd lays.
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Fear is falsetto and stiletto heels,
a high pitch that is destined for the fall,
cringing in corners and grasping for wheels,
echoes that strive to Lord over us all.
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You didn't ask me, and I didn't tell.
A raven was nestled within the pine,
and a cloud rained over my darkened hell
until sunlight spiraled within my spine.
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Love made me shy when I wanted to sing
like bird song sonata with golden hue.
Love made me soar on the happiest wing
on grand sails of splendor through sapphire blue.
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