Lillian Susan Thomas


Lillian Susan Thomas Poems

161. *into The Translucent Morning 2/15/2010
162. *haiku #40 9/26/2009
163. *love Of Bridges 6/20/2009
164. *if Freestone Drops Into Dreams, Will It Ripple? 6/4/2009
165. *drowning 2/15/2010
166. A Waltz Wave: Memory Of A Kiss 10/3/2009
167. Burning Mountain 5/15/2009
168. As Magnolia Petals Drop 5/16/2009
169. *secrets Of Grass 7/2/2009
170. A Waltz Wave: Dream Of Fishes 10/16/2009
171. *in The Afterglow, A Couple Sleeps 7/31/2009
172. *a Waltz Wave: Upon A Glacial Lake 12/2/2009
173. *fragrant With Heaven 9/3/2009
174. *a Waltz Wave: Mountain Tops 10/23/2009
175. *a Waltz Wave: Gathering Wild Flowers (Rewrite) 11/8/2009
176. *another Triolet Attempt 8/10/2009
177. *moonlight Sestina 7/30/2009
178. *dreams And Dreams Come Back To Me 10/30/2009
179. *a Student's Temptation 7/29/2009
180. *a Waltz Wave: Winter Locusts 10/9/2009
181. *memories, Shaped By Wind I: Child Of Duststorms 5/23/2009
182. *you Fed Me Oranges 6/22/2009
183. *a Waltz Wave: Midas Touch Of Dawn 11/6/2009
184. Day Sleepers 9/10/2009
185. A Waltz Wave: Dust Of Hay 10/24/2009
186. Between Us 12/26/2009
187. *day Breaks Like Crystal 5/22/2009
188. *leaving Rose Hips 10/29/2009
189. *hunting My Wayward Heart 7/12/2009
190. *love And Silk Sheets 6/21/2009
191. *from The Stone Cut 7/17/2009
192. *aftermath Of Rape (Revised) 7/26/2009
193. *a Waltz Wave: Fall Leaves Fly 10/5/2009
194. *hymen Splitting 5/22/2009
195. *a Slender Sliver Of Light 8/17/2009
196. *'I Am Building A Skeleton...' 5/24/2009
197. *beauty Of Imperfection 7/3/2009
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*beauty Of Imperfection

Hard shelled,
Smoothed by many currents, many tides,
Buffing it with all that sand
As waves cycle through,
A cool fleshy lump of life
Lifts a finger
To get the weather report
On the motion of the seas;
Lifts a hand to grab morsels
From the smorgasbord passing by.
And deep within the briny, sweet pulp
A tiny blemish enters,
Creating a dimple
In its silken, delicate skin.
And that seed of sand -
Like the pea under the princess's mattress -
The oyster worries,
Turning and turning it,
Bathing it in tears,
Coating it with slime, ...

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Memorabilia Of Love

After each of our intimate meetings,
There comes a time when I must leave you.
And long after your face fades from view
And is lost in the clutter that occupies my mind,
You are still with me,
Intruding on a thought unannounced.
For the scent of you is round me like a mist,
Clinging to me tenaciously,
Refusing to let me return to my former state of calm...

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