Liilia Talts Morrison Poems

The forces that shape us
like moulding of clay
are myriad powers
at work every day
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Spinning wheel, spinning wheel
whirring memories of yore
fading sunlight on the door
darkened rafters, earthen floor
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Those were the days of pearls and lace
of suitors debonair
of garden parties fancy free
as birdsong filled the air
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There are those who must have mountains
and a burbling brook nearby
others are inclined to beaches
where a flock of gulls fly by
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I dreamed about a dragon ship
of sea green precious jade
its masts festooned with golden signs
I could not understand
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The cool fall breeze
Plays with the turquoise cloth
Draped carelessly over my window
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Trick or treat, money or eat
Gimme candy, or you'll meet
Double, double, toil and trouble
Windshield egged and windows bubble
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Of late I favor broken things
Like palm fronds that a wind gust brings
On sandy dunes resembling wings
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Other people’s places
Other people’s rooms
Other people’s spaces
Swept with well made brooms
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Treading on those darker roads
Like a Zombie dragging loads
Cruel pavement pounds in pain
Hopeless hands bear pulsing veins
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