elysabeth faslund

Rookie (11/23/49 / Thibodaux. Louisiana)

...........................Was This Poem Written Yet? - Poem by elysabeth faslund

The poem was visualized on the front, screen porch,
in silence, in wonder, through eyes...
It swarmed the Autumn-purpled flowers by the door,
leafed through reds, golds of the Chinaberry Tree...
dripping words down Sunday wet tin,
onto the wooden steps.

The poem never stalked like Lady McBeth, through
darkness to her ending hall, last line spoken...
Never flew too close to the Sun, as Pegasus,
gathering no Phoenix rebirth...
The poem did not herald a magical Sunday.

For the poem stayed on the front porch,
and was never written.


Comments about ...........................Was This Poem Written Yet? by elysabeth faslund

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 2, 2009



[Hata Bildir]