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    Elysian Fool
    Elysian Fool
    Elysian Fool
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    Elysian Fool

    By Michelle Burinskas

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    A debut collection of poetry from author and teacher, Michelle Burinskas. The themes range from love and loss to the darkness of suffering and the light of healing. Her writings are informed and inspired by her life experience and extensive travels.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherOrmus Publishing
    Release dateSep 22, 2021
    ISBN9780997433654
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      Elysian Fool - Michelle Burinskas

      Grains of Pearls

      She beckons the light on the darkest of nights,

      then smothers the flame with a slice of her tongue,

      leaving you stranded with nowhere to fall.

      She’ll laugh through her tears.

      She’s just a woman after all.

      She’ll bring you to life to pronounce you long dead,

      then open her eyes while dreaming of your past,

      rendering you weak as you’re standing tall,

      and blink through the nightmare

      like the woman she is after all.

      She sits in your shade so you might reach the sun,

      then nurses the burns you were sure you’d avoid,

      standing alone while watching you crawl,

      and sighs through the sorrow

      since she’s just a woman after all.

      She ardently lingers in a room without doors

      for the astral return that may never transpire,

      posing in shadows like a nude antique doll.

      She'll trust through the lies.

      She’s merely a woman after all.

      She fucks like an artist, and comes when she’s called,

      feigning the encore, she's vowed the long haul.

      Her sharp screams are silent.

      She’s a good woman after all.

      And when she is through,

      she writes poetry for you,

      whispering in her lilts and drawls.

      Her love is eternal, her body ephemeral,

      but you seek and find only what you can hold.

      The blueprint is broken, obscene, and banal.

      Still she carries your mistakes

      as the idyllic woman and all.

      She’s like no one else, her road is her own.

      Her ending draws near, and she’ll set out alone.

      Like light breezes turn squalls,

      she’s just a woman after all

      And all that you’ll see

      is the memory of she

      as she’s before, after, and all.

      Jack Honey

      Even your body is just a place to stay.

      And maybe you cry when you look at art,

      while we bury our dead.

      And a tear escapes the tissue

      into a lap of guilt.

      The shades of green are infinite,

      reflected in the glass surfaces

      as the black and white in prose

      or the grays of poetry.

      Another pour of whiskey

      into a looking glass.

      And maybe you cry when you drink,

      while we gather in cemeteries.

      And a sigh escapes your chest

      into the empty room.

      The shades of blue are endless,

      consumed in audible aromas,

      as the chords and notes of song

      or drone of beetle's wings

      that flicker as they sing

      grave lyrics of the lost.

      And maybe you cry when you read the news,

      while we scatter the dead.

      Their ashes swirl in gusts,

      the wind escapes your grasp.

      And the world slows.

      The shades of clear are a chasm

      of stories that ebb but never flow.

      A tongue or pen on paper

      writes the fractal screams

      of American dreams

      shattered on your park bench.

      But you're a guest in every room you leave.

      Twilight and the Madman

      The sky threatens snow,

      another bitter day

      fallen into anonymity

      as days tend to do.

      A perpetual enigma

      until night wraps its cape

      around the moths.

      Twilight’s memento,

      like laughter at a funeral,

      echoes life’s vanishing act

      from the elusive white rooms

      that keep our false secrets

      nestled into the dust

      all around us.

      We lose the whole world

      in less than an instant,

      just as we receive news

      we’re all killing time

      in a coliseum designed

      by a madman who’s tortured

      by the ability to think.

      He breathes in to exhale

      while blood courses through

      his crooked blue veins

      chasing itself with a diligence

      destitute of vision.

      Soon the melee subsides

      bringing his world into

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