letterboxletterbox - LiveJournal.comBunnies- September 16, 2006 BunniesLots of bunnies like to playhopping games to pass the day. Hopping bunnies hop around anywhare that hops are found.Bunnies hop in twos and threeson the grass or in the trees, over rivers, under streams, in the playgrounds of your dreams. Bunnies hop whare bells are rung; bunnies flop whare bricks are flung. Bunny songs may last a...http://elsibeth.livejournal.com/198502.html Odd Times- September 16, 2006 Odd TimesOdd times there be when I'm abed about to be asleep:I close my eyes, and in my head -- A Monster from the Deep!With piercing points of icy red, transfixing me with horror,it burns to claw me cold and dead, my soul to so devour.'O die,' it whispers, hating me with avaricious lust;'but die,' it whimpers sifflingly, 'and molder into dust.' My sweet, my final breath .. Its heaven.http://elsibeth.livejournal.com/198232.html skulls- September 15, 2006 Here. It's a picture I took with my fone of a bunch of decorated skulls in the Peabody museum.After I die, if anybody ever finds my skull, I think it would be nice to have it decorated too.love,Elsiein my treehttp://elsibeth.livejournal.com/197990.html a little thing- September 14, 2006 a little thingo i am such a little thing, i'm nary worth your time;but have i here a song to sing in open-ended rhyme:i know that you don't like me. you wish that i were dead. be patient, please, a while, and you'll be dead instead.o everybody dies, my dear, and turns and turns to dirt.be patient, please, and do not fear:a little thing is why you're here.Family Gravefrom Gabriel's Necropolis.Photographer...http://elsibeth.livejournal.com/197820.html Firefly- September 13, 2006 Firefly Swirling in a galaxy wind in the windturning spinning harmony twining begin Whirling reeling hurricane twisting the earthringing wheels of window pain mystery birth Twirling in a seashell's dream sung in the seachurning in a loop slipstream loving to be Curling in a flower's eye cry on a flameyearning burning firefly die as you came Firefliesby Ron Oden love,Elsibeth in my treehttp://elsibeth.livejournal.com/197409.html Still Death- September 12, 2006 Still Death Lei of lilies, spray of roses dying on a window corbelwhere a blackbird decomposes, keening e'er a frozen warble; open-eye'd as if awake, though the orbs are dark and dull,motionless a hanging snake out the socket of a skull: Fleeting clouds of starlight streaming silent on a windowsill,silent trillions' feckless screaming, leaving all in darkness still. ---Icon: Still Life with Skull, c1850by L. Jules...http://elsibeth.livejournal.com/197234.html Country Goth- September 11, 2006 I keep a broke watch tolling end of time; I keep a dagger through this heart of mine; I keep a pillbox for my time of dyin' .. because I'm goth, I wear a croth. love, Elsibeth --- ps .. please forgive me. in my treehttp://elsibeth.livejournal.com/197033.html Reunion- September 8, 2006 Reunion I was singing cavatinas with my clairseach-switheling tree'midst the jungles of Brazlia 'mongst the forest canopy (where my tree had come to visit with some relatives of his, (who, as hosts, were quite exquisite, as were all our hostesses)), when the oft-remember'd laughter of my dear-beloved twinbubbled up from down the...http://elsibeth.livejournal.com/196656.html Rainbow Lover- September 7, 2006 Rainbow Lover My lover's looks are ruby red.Impaling me upon the bed,they etherize my every thread. How orange is my lover's skin: a copper bronze when we begin; a deeper myrrh when folded in. So yellow is my lover's hair --all creamy golden flaxen fair.Electric lightning flashes flare. My lover's voice is beryly green -- a world of words in verdurine with songs of silence inbetween. The blueness of my lover's kisswill melt me..http://elsibeth.livejournal.com/196457.html Lullaby- September 6, 2006 Lullaby Faraway, faraway over the seas, so deep in a forest of forebetimes gone,so deep in a forest of thickets and trees there dwelt a lorn cavenewt alost and alone. A low little cavenewt asleep in the slime awoke to the words of a weasel so wise,'Arise, little cavenewt, for now is the time to climb the volcano and open your eyes. 'Come climb the volcano and see what's inside, and leap in the lava to sizzle your...http://elsibeth.livejournal.com/196251.html |