A Poet's Tree House
Featuring the Writing of Elisha Shumaker
Monday, November 22, 2010
Her skinny wrists,
Bleach blonde hair,
Tired baggy eyes,
Led me to assume
There wasn't much inside
Some of us go a little faster
On our way to die
Friday, November 19, 2010
Her eyelids sank over her
Irises one last time
She breathed in slow and deep
Through her nose
Her chest rose like the
Sun in the east.
She was adrift in slumber
Long before me.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Walking around barefoot
And tiptoed,
Careful not to make a sound
Or step on the broken glass
Laying around.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Hands like silk
At rest in mine
Gentle like a newborns
Perfect sensations
Flowing like a brisk stream
Easing my heart and mind
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Her eyes were marbles
In a silly child's game
Loose, they rolled in their sockets
Cold and hard,
Lacking purpose
Beautiful, nonetheless
But they couldn't hold me
Even for a moment
Monday, November 15, 2010
Open your eyes
Because it's no disguise
Open your mind
I promise it won't hurt
Ease your grip
And let go
Enjoy the natural flow
Friday, November 12, 2010
This feels more like home
With each new day
A brighter tomorrow
Lighter today
Beauty spewing like lava
In little droplets
Nearly everyday
The air on the streets
Is rich and sweet
Full of happy and friendly
A place to grow
To begin to learn to know.
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