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|
Comments about Lesley Taylor
Her nails soft and chewed
graphite nestled deeply and
ink blotched on fingertips
calloused and cut in the battle
of delivering words to paper.
scar dark and shining deeply where
pressed into slender fingers
and holding, as if a cup, a pen.
and the pen, knowledge,
and the knowledge, beauty,
and the beauty, pain.
the power of mankind woven snugly
and sharp lines of words chiseled
into open palms, concentrated in fingers,
and plied and formed by pencil,
scratching deeply their marks on
eggshell paper, crisp and sharp,
in a poets weathered ...
In this broken mess
when all else has failed
and I'm drawn to my weakest point
it is then that I look up
see your face and stop
and know that in your will
there is a plan for even this.
So I wipe away my tears
and brush away my fears