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Elizabeth Udeschini Poem
it is not the fear of dying from a broken heart
it is the knowledge that it is so broken
i will not care to realize that it has stopped beating.
Copyright © Elizabeth Udeschini | Year Posted 2009
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Elizabeth Udeschini Poem
The writer I am in my dreams
is more sophisticated than I am
and sees the world as an untold story
I mainly see the footsteps behind me
Where I stepped softly so as not to call attention to myself
this writer conjures volumes about the man on the bus
who has a scar on his face five inches long
she elaborates on his life with gifted prose
he is a pilot shot down in Vietnam
guerillas gave him a scar and set him free
he used to be a lion tamer
that one is self-explanatory
I simply cannot stop staring at his scar and wonder
does it bother him to have such a mark?
The writer I am in my dreams
has perfect time management
goes to work, attends class
has a beau
moves from day to day
finds time for friends and play
hobbies and exercise
dance class and likewise
the writer I am in my dreams
her words are clear and precise
they don't feel like empty thoughts on a page
they don't sound immature
her words and statements work
they don't get in her way and make her mind spin
and conjure up thoughts of self-worth
they whirl around the room and
whisper about the unimagined
they dialogue with rhyme and wit
and they always converse graciously
the writer I am in my dreams
I wake up and pray to be
and sometimes my prayers are answered
Copyright © Elizabeth Udeschini | Year Posted 2009
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Elizabeth Udeschini Poem
Lover, when you and I began
It seemed our time was endless
I would say that Cassandra had been our prophet of light
We believed what she told us and she lied.
The stars lit up the sky and we gazed at them
Reminders of how tiny we can be.
You and I were larger than the stars
So long as we could look back at them and wonder.
The waves lapped at our ankles
We shrieked and held on to each other.
The salt that burned our eyes as we struggled for sandy shores
Is nothing compared to the tears that sting them now.
You, lover, disconnected me from what I truly am.
And the lights of the sky only force me to realize the lies
And the heartache
And the lack of communication.
The stars will be there tomorrow
And the next day
But I, lover, will not.
And you must go on.
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Elizabeth Udeschini Poem
you will find me out in the wilderness
with lilacs in my hair.
we will sleep in our earthy clothes
and laugh rainy laughs.
we will be pressed to the dirt
the roots humming in our ears
i will not want for a greater tomorrow
i have found my centre.
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Elizabeth Udeschini Poem
happiness
is
an
ideal
created
by
what
you
know
see the old woman bent over in her garden
scraping for something to eat?
she smiles a toothless grin
she is happy
though we would not find her sitation ideal
happiness
is
an
ideal
created
by
what
you
know
see the child playing in the mud
his knees a mess of scrapes and grass?
he laughs and claps his hands
he is happy
though we find being dirty an awful inconvenience
happiness
is
an
ideal
created
by
what
you
know
see the man grinning ear to ear
counting his cheques and coins?
he giggles and licks his lips
he is happy
though we judge him for being wealthy
happiness
is
an
ideal
created
by
what
you
know
if we knew the lives these three live
end to end
day to day
they might not make us happy
these lives may not be for us
but these three are happy
happiness
is
an
ideal
created
by
what
you
know
Copyright © Elizabeth Udeschini | Year Posted 2009
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Elizabeth Udeschini Poem
when you tear at my clothing like that,
is it because you are desirous of me,
or because you are in need of skin on skin
breath with breath
the scent of this when we are together?
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Elizabeth Udeschini Poem
find yourself in whispered places,
the way out guarded by your own reckoning.
you bundle yourself in uncharted pleasures; the door is blocked you can't get out.
you don't really want to either.
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Elizabeth Udeschini Poem
you were deliciously mine
like perfumed warmth
eyes struggling to contain their desire
i loved you then in all places
the stars twinkling behind curtains and
you caressing my mind
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Elizabeth Udeschini Poem
i saw the absence in your eyes
but they were cloaked with wanting.
i could not look past the flame.
i lost myself in the stares
of a lost young man.
and where can you find me?
i will be wandering lost
until i am found again.
Copyright © Elizabeth Udeschini | Year Posted 2009
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