Echoes: Poems of Life
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younger lady and carried inside all this time.
With the dizzying, up in the air, Can you cook, a vehicle boiling with me inside it to viewing a remembrance of years past in the Italian village surrounded by the big city where I grew up in They were there. I can vision it today and odors that leave with me as I walked through the door.
As some of my poems seem a collage of a large, colored puzzle, they have met as a quilt half way through a journey not easily put together. Such poems from my heart, such as Frozen steps, Pink days, and many others, I have a heartfelt passion for always in my love, for homie.
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Echoes - Marla C. Erselius
Copyright © 2011 by Marla C. Erselius.
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Contents
PART 1
On the other side
Peter came by
Circles through the hall
Butterflies in the room
Touched by jewels
Spinning girls at the fair
Missing you
Grey hair
Polish
Cold thoughts
Melting
Marbles on a picnic
Caught by colors
Dark features
PART 2
Burning benches
My world as an interpretation
The hole in the wall
Cukoos
Grits laughs no more
Dense concepts
Twit twot
Just a few minutes
Ladies of lace
Emptiness
Pink days
Me
Raw pain
Splintered
A walk by the sea, for free
PART 3
Can you cook
Hidden
Breezy
Thunder and petunias
Rise above
Hiding
Dancing crystals
Cherubs visible
Kitten in the night
Leave me, I ask
They were there
Hanging free
Virgin slumber
Hollow
Oh, daddy
Corners
Rapture
Engaging hours
Frozen steps
PART 4
Analysis
Justice
Anger
A silly day
Medea unleashed
Bag o’ chips
Nowhere
Myth
Lay me down gently
Coming around
One day and gone
Surprise
Compromise, now
Catch the liar
Surgery
Two and one
PART 5
Baby steps
Uncertainty unsure
Digging
Still here
Nightmares for the daytime
Solace most wanted
Numbness surrounded
Thoughts on the road
Shadows
Ragged decisions
Unsure friday
Renewal
Yesterday came first
for homie
PART 1
On the other side
12991.jpgI gathered purple petals
spread on a path I walked
far from a place I once found home.
many were empty of deep color.
I rubbed them softly, gently
capturing color of fuchsia
blending out of them.
I know it occurred for my fingers
showed the shiny residue when I
caught blue morning glory in
late afternoon. true time limits
showered me full of minutes
I had lost when far from a place
I once found home.
a bridge nearing me,
elderly in its boundaries,
yet classy, now with crisscrossed
splintered boards settling loose
as would needles from pine trees.
will it crumble into Centours creek
if nature eats it from under me?
not in my lifetime, I doubt;
for shortened days upon me
as I grow elderly just as my
shortened years pass with me
even quicker. it all began from a
place I once found as home.
so I continue on, feeling safer
on the other side of the creek.
I stumble onto some uneven rows
of engaging liatris; snap a few off,
hope cool air hangs them straight till home arrives.
my neighbor’s carriage slows as
I turn an open space on the road;
carry me slowly, please, the day’s
ending so soon. leaving it behind,
I’ve been there before, yet I’m
finding my way back from a
place I once found as home . . . .
13163.jpgKozzi-sunset-with-sailboat.jpgPeter came by
12994.jpgI missed your letters, long ones
from awhile ago. it’s now. it’s no good.
peter visited yesterday. he said hello. he
veiled your handkerchief on the dresser. it
was pink. he didn’t care for pink. threw it in the
basement. later on, I threw it in the trash.
where were you? on the fifth week of loneliness,
I ate by myself. all my meals. on the veranda.
the one where we said hello. at first I turned
away. far away and walked fast past the roses.
you picked one for me. I threw it on my bed.
I slept uneasy. you came in and couldn’t
say goodbye.
the boat was on its journey, without me.
with you. peter looked away. he called
your name but you just flattered yourself,
kissed father so long, tucked a green kerchief
in your lapel and you seemed so aloof.
I whispered good riddance to myself
and put my rose in my button. there will
be more roses for peter and me. he’s
been in the cellar a fortnight; waiting
by the door, patiently by the door.
your boat took a bad turn. the captain
was heavy with liqueur. you ended a castaway,
I was told. that’s why I missed your letters.
bottles don’t travel fast in water going
nowhere. peter told me the news and
he went onto the veranda and picked
a white rose for me and said hello once again.
13166.jpgCircles through the hall
12996.jpgNot sure what’s been going on,
weeks, months, days
are the damdest pits,
supposed to give a rat’s ass for that roof,
over my shriveling mind:
the one that deplores
the creepy crawlies fading mindlessly
down the hall of uselessness;
whoops!! it spins me around ever so quickly—
wonder where the other part leads me . . . .
not far, not far enough.
should keep traversing—
though the walls pause
and no choice but to retrace the flatness
that is snapping closer than i care for;
that gnaws at the cells
irreplaceable and dead.
for restorative urges that once lived inside
are stymied now by lifelessness,
circling endlessly
so i feel backwards,
quivering with tomorrow . . . .
for i feel the sniveling creepie crawlies
will be waiting to dull more cells.
i’ll still travel through the dim, fearful hall
that still retraces
the day of yesterdays.
13168.jpgbutterflies.jpgButterflies in the room
12998.jpgAs I was departing
the room with no view,
filled among it, flying butterflies;
butterflies assorted
of colors, of shapes, of movement.
gathered there with
the lady of butterflies,
singing their unique tones, unheard,
though, nevertheless,unique
for sad souls who pass into the room . . . .
pause, speak, cry.
thoughts of wonderment
entering their spinning minds so involved.
the butterflies listen, they hear,
they twitter unseen, of course,
but devotedly, never leave those
that ponder in hope, in faith,
in all that glows
between those wings
of butterflies concerned.
listen, stare at a favorite,
she’ll be there for you.
this, so says her butterflies.
to pass through the pain
of the day may perhaps
awaken a sorrowful soul,
by glimmering,
by circling in its own
matched path of the sadness
passing through the chimed,
stamped door,
ever so just
ever so steady
ever so devoted,
de butterflies begin as a
frowned mouth goes passing
through into their haven:
closed tightly, lips wavering . . .
where is my salvation?
someday, as the days pass on and on,
an awakening rewards
the sadness in the spirit,
and life begins anew, brightly,
carried onto a glamorous leaf of birth.
moms cocoons awaken
to their new life,
rewarded through cycles so pure,
so absolutely magnificent,
awaiting their beginning
of flight, poise and security.
13170.jpgTouched by jewels
13000.jpgCan you catch me,
oh no, I won’t allow it,
oh no, she won’t allow it.
no one can win.
not even music is beautiful enough
to net my runaway.
fly away free mind revolutions
per flash of incongruity.
it was seen tomorrow,
but yesterday showed it