Linda Marie Van Tassell Poems

He planted violets beneath her skin,
adorned her lips with an ensanguined rose,
folded her hands over what might have been,
a half-bloomed blossom that no longer grows.
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The day dissolved into nightfall.
A dove fell into raven night.
I slept beside a waterfall
feathering dreams of black bird white.
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Full fields of flowers, row on row,
stretch the length of the river's spine.
Two winged birds, a sparrow and crow,
perch in panes above the tree line.
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Under a nectarine sky, the wheel stopped spinning under
intense pressure as the cloud turned into a woman with intense
dark eyes, hidden behind her golden veil, trimmed with dark
lace, dangling with shimmering crystals; and the lace,
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It was the first time in years that we saw each other anew.
As you sat listening to music, I snuck up behind you;
and I wrapped my arms around your shoulders, being such a flirt.
The chocolate velvet of my dress against the cotton of your shirt.
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Sweet scent is blasting through trumpet flowers,
the narcotic breath of beauty and bane.
From Shiva's chest they sprang, pale faces rose.
Krîm Krîm Krîm - magical power demesne.
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Misty verge of softened skies
still hovers and makes no sound.
A dreamer's feast feeds my eyes
as my lover circles 'round.
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You give me your love, which is a flowering rose.
The most beautiful rose in all the world to see.
I nurture it carefully and watch as it grows
within the quiet shadow of the earth's great tree.
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We woo the angels high in heaven above
and warm hearts grown cold from lack of love.
We linger as lovers beneath far-distant plains,
whispers drifting ashore in amorous quatrains.
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Gold and glad as the newborn sun,
I rose with such splendor
and gave such gifts: my heart, my soul –
all that made me tender.
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