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 ...
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?