Liilia Talts Morrison Poems

They knew me as the silent one
who knew not what to say
fear ruled and colored all my days
tear stained my youthful ways
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I dreamed of living in the midst
of a great heart that pulsed and beat
in rhythm with the universe
with perfect timing and complete
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There is a treasured structure
with walls not built by hands
its roof rests on strong rafters
pale seagulls understand
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Gold orange crisp white purple
Ribbed fluted curled and grained
Twists pearly corals winding
Colors man never named
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Dreams remembered dreams forgotten
From mind's deepest caves begotten
Harsh kaleidoscopic showers
Bursting forth in midnight hours
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Tell me truly, little gypsy
Do you hail from India
Persia, Siam, in the mountains
Or the coasts of Libya
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Of course they wore their red, white and blues
They always did the Wednesday before the Fourth
After all, they might not all live to see the Fourth
Being they were seniors
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We shuffle through the daily walk
with stumbling feet of clay
in hopes each step will move us in
a well directed way
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I'm fractured and I'm broken
I need a healing source
to bind my wounds and bruises
and set a gentler course
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