Liz Annson Poems

Beauty is within your eyes
Not hair; so fair like summer fire
But within the eyes,
An ashen blue
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The days get older
The shadows colder
The seasons pause in vain
And in the north
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Today's been bad
The rain fell in torrents
Blighting out the sun behind sheets of wet
No light to be had in all the land
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This is rather long, sorry. It is an extremely odd dream I had...: P

The forest bit
The forest bites
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Today in the end of all things
It is time for flying.
It is time to rejoice for the hope we once had
It is time for love to break free
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Words are floating flitting
Through the convex of my head
Turning statues into sculptures
Turning living into dead
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I felt the wings of an angel
I felt them crush on by
In the heated furl of a subway
In the melted pack of the sky
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This descent
I feel it in my bones
As easy as something I dreamed
It eats me
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An old house. Older than you
Or me. It fights, pull against pull
Of gravity, trying to keep itself upright.
Small green eyes wink out from the window,
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All you can do is take a little practice.
Practice, try again.
Slide the smooth edge down you gullet,
Don't move, can't fall or it'll hurt,
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