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Best Poems Written by Rickie Elpusan

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Liquid Little Stones

liquid little stones
skipping and skittering free
on shared umbrellas

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Carved On a Willow

carved on a willow
our love growing out of reach

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Knee Deep In N'Awlins

tempest stomps her feet
as she shakes her liquid skirt
knee deep in N'awlins

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A Practiced Sorrow

You’re dressed in gray, and
tattered like the clouds
that hover above you.

Frozen
with the look of a person
who knows of his own
approaching death.

Like the willow that cradles 
dawn's mist of unwept tears—
a practiced sorrow,
earned from decades of watching 
the slow meandering river,
as it draws closer, 
and the banks weather and fall.

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Adrift

Adrift in this vast,
empty sea. Silent,
save for the beckoning call
of  distant gulls,
your only friend. And 
the makeshift mast and sail is
uselessly flaccid.

And beneath,
concealed
by the dangling sway, 
of muddy-
moss-green ribbons of waving kelp,
is the dark murk
of unknown depths.

Then the wind 
panics,
arousing your sail and
it swells into life
and draws you towards home.

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In Thin Water

stones in thin water
hunched like spines of animals
waters whisper through

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A Lost Little Girl

a lost little girl
on an sunken cypress stump
waits for centuries

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Fresh Peaches

Broken fruit stacked forward, with
their tender lip-soft skins 
scuffed among her unspoiled sisters.

Lonely is the unripe peach
hoping to be chosen,
turning her sun side out, beckoning, 
longing to be washed and tasted, and
not knowing of her immature bitterness.

They always reach back 
for the fresh loaf of bread 
at the back of the shelf.

its not the same for fruit.

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A Walk Into Oblivion

I'd hoped the sea remembered me,
accepting me so easily,
as evening peaks and 
the moon draws out the tide.

She wrapped me in her icy shift,
eyes closed shut I'm set adrift,
and through the wash
I'm tossed with every stride.

Caught within her brackish flow
my beating heart begins to slow,
Katrina's won, 
the pain will now subside.

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When the Wind Blows Through

when the wind blows through,
one can here the trees talking:
rattling green tongues.