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Erin Thomas Poems
let's twine our roots beneath the world together until we rise against the wind together let's turn and reach to gather shades of light
rugged feathers brush against my neck something perches staunchly on my shoulder croaking wisdom through an unseen beak it seems an ancient being shrewd and sober
Locked wards cower in the distant gloom; Grated windows pattern all my dreams; Heavy haze distorts my heavy mood.
an essence rises from the land into our spirits a touch like the raven's down dispersed on a maiden flight that permeates our souls with an otherworldly memory <i> in one ear seethes resentment deep and bitter
They made his mind a molding mess A slow and solemn nest of thought A brooding storm of deep distress
A gentle guiding whisper touched my mind, Behind the din and chaos, where subtle voices speak, And counseled with a wisdom firm and kind. Although I faced the world without a friend,
Misguided angels struck them on their beauteous heights, Then rotting frames collapsed in flames from carious heights. Demons vie for rights to control and destroy the masses, Commanding herds to slaughter from their devious heights.
Neglected with a broken string, the harp turns toward the wind, And plays the subtle song of distant desert moods; A song that's lost amid the sound of reckless worldly din. This singing weather-vane, the song of which would soothe,
Though countless twirling wonders dance before to bait my heart, Her dance splits night asunder—brilliance holds elate my heart. When first her dark eyes opened, all the bashful heavens blushed; The full moon danced out singing, “Let her gaze gyrate my heart! ”
When letting go of vain understanding, One begins to attain understanding. In the desert, a sea of sand stretches; Wind bestows to each grain understanding.
In the Shade of Suicide
steel bars seal the concrete cell dim lighting casts a haze on everything suffocating hope until the pulse is still
i remember silence walls made of glass mattresses of chain-linked steel even dreams were impenetrable
A new road like so many before an unstriped snake convulsing across the mountains
O grant me rain from out the sounding clouds, and flash against the backdrop of my thoughts an inspiration wrought by subtle minds.
Comments about Erin Thomas
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
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let's twine our roots beneath the world together
until we rise against the wind together
let's turn and reach to gather shades of light
with countless long thin leaves that wave together
let's make a bed beneath our outstretched limbs
shaded by the dreams we weave together
let's draw clear waters from the hidden earth
and breathe them out as vapors washed together
let's share the sounds of creeks and faint cicadas
their rhythmic songs like magic wound together
let's shelter soft brown trails among the fern
where lovers holding hands may walk...