.......Porcelin China Demons Of Morning by elysabeth faslund

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.......Porcelin China Demons Of Morning

I weave no positive, unchipped china
Words today.
Morning poured bitter tea.
I drank from a cracked cup.

Thirst plaited danger in braids
Of thought...no pretty bowed
Endings...not yet.

With lovely dawn flaps hope
For Evening.
Perhaps night will be in
My corner.

Now circles demons dark
Around these eyes...
And I laugh. Drink, sip.

Demons are demons
Beaten once...
Soon, twice.
Today. Tomorrow.

elysabeth faslund

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Dante' Camerlengo (8/24/2008 6:09:00 AM)
Fine china, this one. I love the irony of the first two lines.

Scarlett Treat (8/23/2008 10:55:00 AM)
Deamons in the night - we always expect them then! But the ones which are hard to beat are the daytime ones! Keep the Faith, Baby, and you will win over them too! !

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elysabeth faslund (11/23/49 / Thibodaux. Louisiana)