Lisa Richardson

Joined February 2021

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Intimate Stranger
Quiet moon lighting a corner of my dream His face has no face is every face and not one still I want him He, who I love
By Lisa Richardson5 years ago in Poets
Yellow
Envelope me mon chér with your countenance's vast calm though the February skies are gathering the sun remains where we put it
By Lisa Richardson5 years ago in Poets
The Waiting
Smoldering at the bottom of the hillside and reflecting in these starlit waters the last light The night a dark cascade of leaves
By Lisa Richardson5 years ago in Poets
If I Could
If I could I would talk of a headful of flowers a mouth full of sea of making pictures from ghosts in the sky a garland out of dragonflies
By Lisa Richardson5 years ago in Poets
Song For A Shadow
I do not miss your eyes giving no thought to their immeasurable depths living only in their poignant oration eloquent mellow
By Lisa Richardson5 years ago in Poets
The Last Word
Looking into the blue avenue I remember a sea painted white I hear a tree calling out to the snow “Please, give me shelter.”
By Lisa Richardson5 years ago in Poets
La Belle Lettres
Thinking tonight on Cavafy's despair, Neruda's sad lines wondering what Love's desire is, would be without poetry, artistry
By Lisa Richardson5 years ago in Poets
I Do Not Tell
I do not tell thinking of you my tear stained pillow where all night I have lain weeping or of the wind, carrying honeysuckle from the vine beneath my window
By Lisa Richardson5 years ago in Poets
Portrait in Red and Grey
You, who think to take an artist for a lover who sees the sensual Nude his inspiration, the object of his affection so, aspiring to be rendered thusly
By Lisa Richardson5 years ago in Poets
Jupiter's Day
Meredith set her bags down on the bench in front of the bus stand and began rummaging through her purse. Normally she would walk, however today she had stopped at the market and both she and the perishables she had purchased would appreciate the reprieve from the sun’s scorching rays.
By Lisa Richardson5 years ago in Humans
Desideratum
On the other side expectations of a great outpouring fanfare all that is borne silence A bleeding fresco of warring waters
By Lisa Richardson5 years ago in Poets
Leave Me Here
Leave me here in the eternal Russian night even as out my window one by one the stars dissolving leave me sleepwalking in the sorrows
By Lisa Richardson5 years ago in Poets