Linda Marie Van Tassell Poems

The tangled wood reminds me of your hair -
dark like the night and falling in whispers.
Kneeling underneath the sheltering pines,
I sip silence and stroke the memories.
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Sunlight strikes the meandering stream,
and I catch my breath. Is this a dream?
The sky is mirrored and turned to gold,
echoing brightly severalfold.
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The ocean appears to be black,
a pitch-black stain that bleeds to shore.
Wind is whispering at my back,
while the moon is shining before.
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A faithful whisper from the heart that hides
falls between the cresting of ocean tides.
On wings of prayer, a mystical birth,
sunlight flashes a smile across the earth.
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The blue mirror of the ocean is as smooth as can be
as breakers line the fringe of the coastal periphery.
Such is life and love and the times we cannot rearrange.
We spend the hours of our youth like pocketfuls of change;
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The curtain rose on the stage, and I saw you standing there.
The lights above were shining down upon your ink black hair.
My heart proudly skipped a beat when you looked into my eyes,
and I felt myself tremble then for what I felt arise.
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The sky is painted with a sanguine heat,
nameless raptures upon the ocean floor.
The voiceless sands lie in passions replete,
swept up in orphic climes forevermore.
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It is not what the day might bring
nor the night-stars' light unbroken.
There is not a single thing
nor a single token.
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If I could reach out and touch you
and ease your aching soul,
if I could bend forth and kiss you
and make your heart seem whole,
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Pale and slender, the new moon is rising.
Petals and perfumes are plumes of delight.
A nectarous moisture slips through the seam
shining soft like the silken dews of night.
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