Lesley Taylor Poems
|2.||She Writes At Midnight||4/24/2007|
|5.||Her Curtain Dress||1/5/2008|
|6.||The Sky Is High||1/5/2008|
|8.||In An Infinite Way||1/5/2008|
|11.||Runnin' (In Circles)||1/5/2008|
|13.||Of No Consequence||3/21/2007|
|14.||What Truth Is There In You, Heart?||3/21/2007|
|18.||An Almost Goodbye||3/21/2007|
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I was born in a printing press
I'll die as a thread
through a pin
in the rain
On the sidewalk.
I was simmered
like an onion
or like grain
I was baked and I rose up like bread.
I'm there 'cause I wander
I'm here cause I stay
Perhaps I'll never leave this place.
I'm torn and regretful,
battered and heartfelt,
I'm a baby in the womb, I'm the mother.
I'm defeated so soon.
(breath alludes death intrudes)
can we go without knowing the truth?
I'm a bell on a string,
I'm a whisp of a dream,
I'm a poem, I'm a poem, I'm ...
An Almost Goodbye
Frosty fingers intertwine
elaborate lace, peering eyes
and what is this I feel inside?
what darkness is amiss?
heart so pallid, moon so cold
stars extinguished-black as coal
and what is this I feel inside
what final frigid kiss?