Elise's Poetry
Like a Child
Like a child that sings
An oak tree that swings
A bite that stings.
Like a child that cries
A flower dies
My silent lies.
Like a child that plays
Grassy field sways
“To more yesterdays.”
Lake Girls
Just you and this lake
Are all that I need.
Watching the sun rise
Like a shoot from a seed.
Lake Girls whisper and laugh
And to our delight,
We feel like forever
So I hope that the night
Will pause at our doorstep
As it’s us who dictate
That the daylight may enter,
But the moon must still wait.
The water at our toe-tips,
Orange rays in our eyes,
There’s no question here,
We won’t go inside.
Boulder Crown
Your prickly-harsh words
Make home on my shoulders
The pebbles you drop
Turn into large boulders
And fall on my head,
Smashing soft tin,
The brain that I care for,
The body I’m in.
Your words are not pebbles
Or soft and fine powder,
They sit like whole buildings,
The grinding gets louder:
Of our collective rocks
Which weigh just me down.
How I wish I could forfeit
This heavy boulder crown.
I'll Stay Here
We sing the words we know,
The A.C rattles slow.
They’re singing on the bed,
Sad songs run through my head.
We croak old tunes in freezing cold rooms
While time climbs quick ahead
But I don’t care,
The cold we'll bear.
I’ll stay here instead.
Hazel's Guitar
Hazel’s guitar rings round the room
It's the only thing of matter
She feeds us with her words
As we harmonize with laughter
Hazel’s guitar reads us stories
That she herself can’t speak
And we listen eagerly
As her song reaches a peak
That wraps around our bodies
And moves our eyes her way
And we sit around her
Because we hope she’ll stay.