elysabeth faslund

(11/23/49 / Thibodaux. Louisiana)

...........................Was This Poem Written Yet?


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.

Submitted: Wednesday, September 02, 2009

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