Lizzy Burnam 🐞

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The winking eye of a red storm. 

Mother, kneading & needling, devouring 
the mirrored hearts of her daughters. 

Exit, exhale, exonerate. 

The smell of pine trees and clementine peels.

Bones without flesh. 
Words without music. 
Thorns without roses.

A boulder shaped like your father’s face, 
softened by sleep.

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  1. SelmaMartin Avatar
    SelmaMartin

    Splendid. 👏 💗

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      elizabethburnam

      Thank you!!

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    Alana

    Love the musicality of “pine trees and clementine peels” and the interesting mirroring of the mother and father. Another great piece. Loving your stuff.

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    1. elizabethburnam Avatar
      elizabethburnam

      Thanks so much Alana! Appreciate you reading and enjoying my poems 🙏🙏

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