elysabeth faslund

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Children's Eyes, Children's Toys
What are seasons but children's soft dreams, and
Sunrise, their opening eyes?
Seeing at a glance
The days and years open...waiting,
Fringed with softness, or
Laced with abandon...
Like playing dress-up in the attic
With Aunt Dorothy's hat and gloves...
Not remembering the season
She died in childbirth...
And yet,
Ready to hear the story and pass it
Beyond their years...
To other ages.
Like playing with 'Bunny' in a toy crib,
Feeding her, patting, hugging...
Not yet realizing it is their son or
Daughter's crib...in a ...
Allegra*
Even the hollow reed voices across sand, dry plains,
Startling lilt, notes we can remember.
We can forget. Forgetting is our salvation,
Not reincarnation.
When memory is destroyed, we are spared
Thorns, destiny.
No further life.
Peace be with you.
With you, Father.
Thanks to all of you! Never knew what to expect here. This made my Wednesday, June 26th,2013!
What a cute lady, and such a bountiful and wonderful writer, we are blessed to have her here, all to ourselves, at Poemhunter! Nice to encounter someone so skilled at her craft.
A poet of extraordinary range and skill who can shake our souls with the mysteries of the universe or give us a good chuckle with a light hearted verbal pastry.
Moving and vivid. An ever changing landscape of poetry that sucks in the reader and holds them in gentle palms. Elysabeth Faslund's poetry is written to be savored.
...one of the joys of life is a pleasant surprise - it's been mine lately to find and read Elysabeth Faslund's poerty. Thank you ma'am