Elliott Rosenberg

A spiritual entrainment levees,
spawning entropic cascades in its wake,
a logarithmic landscape ossifies,
effulgent among its tutelary scarps.
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The Mirror
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I smiled in the mirror this morning,
She gestured back with grace,
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Song of Silence
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Today I felt alone,
With so many friends to sing along.
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What started with a smile ended with a shovel,
so I thought.
Fifty years later behind the church,
Where the hurly-burly began.
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A steadfast smile courts incoming waves,
raucously lapping in song.
Undulant dominion yields prayers,
of sailors yearning to come home.
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I just drank some amber spirits,
that burn with fossil nostalgia,
encumber with humdrum to long a child,
purged from a fertile womb.
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Ohmmmmmmmmmmm
Ohmmmmmmmmmmm
Ohmmmmmmmmmmm
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American Woman
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Standing before your deliberating presence,
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Master of consciousness rouse to fruition,
disgorge your peregrine sentiment,
blossom with latitude upon our temples,
creviced below this forgiving mountain.
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Era una mañana azulejo,
cargada de valentía mesurada,
la penumbra ascendía con ingenio,
diverso a nuestro resplandor.
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The Woods
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Have you ever made love in the woods,
To a lady of a certain court,
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Came around the bar tonight,
Don't know really why,
I'm just feeling lonely,
For some hugs and double rounds.
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A startled cicada harrows beneath the weaving grass writing a colloquy of testament,
For she is rushed,
Time mars her thriftiness,
A quintessential forager,
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She flew past the snow capped howdahs,
Down the slopes of tears,
meandered onto a sylvan accouchement,
Encroached by a living sea.
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Rose of incessant color,
Where have your petals gone?
Withered with floral acumen,
doused in florid wine.
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Levity
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If I can dream to fly away,
Where would I go?
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When providence proceeds with caution,
eluding starkness of day,
a daffodil shall arise singing hymns of praise.
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Dark Ages
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The aroma of hell prevailed,
smoking through porous ground,
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If the moon had lips,
that swelled with words,
bulging from its fissures.
Poignant wisdom I am sure,
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I see the truth behind the light,
That never fades against its darkness,
Colors immense with disbelief,
Draw lines that give forth vision.
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