Lillian Susan Thomas
Lillian Susan Thomas Poems
*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, ...
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...