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Eliza Farley Poem
I taste the flowers on the floor,
smashed beneath your boot, and
choke
on their heady perfume,
finding it difficult to inhale
broken petals.
They are a puddle of
crushed velvet,
soft
like the stillness after you
breathe away
the steadiness of your spine
and allow your shoulders to curl
inward.
You don’t let me touch
the wisteria
still tangled in your hair,
so I watch it weep.
Violet tears drift to the ground,
weightless in their untethered freedom,
and stain our floors.
I drown as I try to
swallow their gravity
before
their perfume fades.
Copyright © Eliza Farley | Year Posted 2021
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Eliza Farley Poem
On the Naivety of Youth
We were once flowers
With painted petals and new-green stalks
Who turned to the sky
And drank from the sun
But we were flowers
Whose shallow roots
Were only anchored
By loose soil and dumb luck
We were still flowers when
April came as April does
And dislodged us
With her waterlogged embrace
We watched
As she wiped away
the pigment of our petals
With her watery fingers
We wept
As her watercolor creek captured
What little soil secured
Our shallow roots
We were no longer flowers
When her springtime sea
Had ceased it tsunami
And left us sodden
We were no longer flowers
When we found ourselves
Unable to adapt to being
Uprooted and untethered
Copyright © Eliza Farley | Year Posted 2021
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Eliza Farley Poem
Ignition
An abandoned ember will cease to glow.
Its amber rays will fade to gray, while its
Warmth is stolen by the passage of time.
I was an ember extinguished, reduced
To ash which had forgotten the light,
Unconscious to the world which had birthed me.
You were born from an everlasting flame,
Your soul kept alight by the Vestal maids.
The threat of darkness was your urban myth.
What is burned once cannot catch fire again.
I had been reduced to my final form,
Fated to forever forget myself.
Your touch was dawn breaking infinite night.
Your gasoline love saturated my soul,
Filling me to the brim with flammable
Affection, so that I, too, could burn eternal.
Copyright © Eliza Farley | Year Posted 2021
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