Beauty Unframed author Lisa Elmers writes about life, loveliness, and seeing something where you thought there was nothing.

wool morning

wool morning

sky where

the palms thump

like the felted paws

of piano hammers

 

their black beats

— on my eye

ink & stamp

flashes when I

close open close

aperturing —

 

to look is to see

trees remembered

 

cool, infant groves

before the tongue knew

the taste of “tree”

 

unlipped forms rear

dim and craggy heads

 

The world takes us with its silence

The world takes us with its silence

Lazarus

Lazarus