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Sample Poems by Ellen Jane Powers
I'm slowly awakening
from this dream-
in a burning house,
sits with a cup
of peppermint tea,
sees flaming rainbows
the walls around her.
She doesn't know she's living
velvety light hums softly
compared to the pitch and roll
of her nightmares.
I'm now at the crosspoint of dreams-
a moment of blinded
the body recounting its cells.
there's a fire-
its greenish-blue consummation
scales my skin with
at my hand,
the dream-shift stops,
and all my vision's
a smeared red sky
in the closing dark.
Song of the Sister
Wondering about her darkened lover, she stirs by the window.
He calls like a rock dove to her, a prisoner by the window.
The flower shepherd leaves his shadow on the hillside.
The night whistles like a messenger by the window.
Hear the city cry out against her almond-dark desire.
Her refuge is a moon-drenched comforter by the window.
Wildflowers scent the eastern wind as he wanders.
She steeps herself in an air of lavender by the window.
He cannot find her in the noisy light of midnight.
Alone, she cries in her cedar bed, unheard, by the window.
Nearby, he tends mountain-stained fields with longing,
And she hears his seeds open to flowers by her window.