Lillian Susan Thomas
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Lillian Susan Thomas Poems
*Beauty of Imperfection
Hard shelled, Smoothed by many currents, many tides, Buffing it with all that sand As waves cycle through,
*A Slender Sliver of Light
Just before the dark moon, A slender sliver of light - Like a piece of onion skin - Rises into the sky near sunrise.
*'I Am Building a Skeleton...'
I am building a skeleton within, My first accomplishment of adulthood. All other projects and five-year plans have failed. And seeing others soaring on careers
*Aftermath of Rape (revised)
Last summer I had opened the windows over the bed To let in the night's breeze; But air too still drugged me to deep sleep, Smothering me under its dead-weight heat.
*A Waltz Wave: Fall Leaves Fly
Fall leaves fly past the bus
*Leaving Rose Hips
The last of summer gardening ends. Hoe and trowel, knee pad and sunbonnet Hang in the shed with the shears. The final petals of the rose have fallen,
*From the Stone Cut
We are the lithograph of God's Image - Each a numbered edition From the stone cut. Some copies turn out faint,
*Love and Silk Sheets
From the very first time We wrapped ourselves In a chrysalis Of love and silk sheets,
I had never had a breath stir the hair along the nape of my neck until a man called the woman out of me, knowing I was untouched, untried, but yearning to feel one breathless moment in someone's arms. I did not know the lips of a man much less the thighs, when I was first asked to bed. And after a day's and night's deliberation, accepted. That was me: nothing on a whim back then. Everything thought through. I had for months been resorting morals to clear the way for love's approach. But no one came. All my college friends saw me as I saw myself: completely unbeautiful, completely lost in logic's cold embrace.
*Hunting My Wayward Heart
I am hunting my wayward heart. I can feel that steady drum beat, Following the ruby river With fingertips like bloodhounds,
*Day Breaks Like Crystal
I drive home from night shift In late summer's heat Into daybreak like crystal Shattering in my eyes.
A Waltz Wave: Dust Of Hay
Dust of hay floats down from
The distance between you and me As we swim in the lake Is only our breath. The distance between you and the sun
Grave-shift workers reach Zen-like focus That sometimes amplifies noises -
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*Beauty of Imperfection
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, ...