elysabeth faslund

Rookie (11/23/49 / Thibodaux. Louisiana)

Apple Fritter Morning - Poem by elysabeth faslund

The application of denial is such a tedious thing.
Do we really wish Melville had never lived,
or Pocahontas had drowned?
On the bright, right side, who can take their place?

Not me. Not you.
Certainly not U-2.

So, we are left with who might have beens.
Doing whatever they will do...unknown as now.
Rhymers will rhyme. Free versers will verse.
All to rehearse the coming years of limelight.

Not me. Not you.
Maybe U-2.

On Martin Luther King Day, let us join hands,
stumbling through that mulberry bush together.
He never did that deed, but left it to others.
I hear his bible was sworn upon.
Swearing on a bible, kinda gets you right there.

Not you. Not me.
Not U-2 either.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 21, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, January 21, 2013

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