fthrush's Poetry Collection

Frances Elizabeth Thrush

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

10 poems·Since December 2013

I am a composite. I was born into a family of composites - one a Mexican, and one a mix of European (though mostly German/scandinavian). My favorite foods were Beans and Macaroni and Cheese,but now I don't eat dairy or meat. I grew up listening to both Silvio Rodriguez and Raffi. I have been a composite ever since. I keep collecting languages because the more I learn the fewer words seem to accurately express. I have found that art speaks to me; that words, music, and lines move me. I have found a place for composites, and that place is in this world - learning, loving, and giving. I hope to do all of these things.

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leaves

December 4, 2013

Its fall

and we're all falling.

i think of summer

brief moments of perfection

the way the sun danced through the leaves

the shelter they provided me

the soft touch

the smell of the air

the undiscriminating shade

the rest from the world

I miss them

i lie my head down

on the newly departed leaves

ive not survived a single fall

with the blossoms of spring

ive not yet changed

my colors not spilt into the air

my limbs have not yet grown roots

my mind is not yet at peace

I cannot fall yet

my hands quiver

with the leaves that are parting

yet i find no rest in the earth

no place to lay my body down

there is no room for me

amongst the newly departed

its fall

and we're all falling

i too will soon hit

i will be enveloped by my fellow fallen

but for now, loves,

let the wind take you

i let go

i threw my fistfuls of loves

into the whispering wind

i too was carried away.

#deathanddying #imissyou #toomanypeople

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