Sophia White Poems

Away ye’ve turned
As dogs with tucked tail
Dastardly cowards
Ye weep and wail
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Child, child, lai la lay,
I’ll hold you tightly one of these days.
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Fierce and full of fire comes my poem now to me
Arisen from a pit where breeds all foul and fitful thing,
Enwreathed in smoke and bitter steam from some unearthly tarn
Which boils in the bowels of the earth, where imps are born.
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Tuesday, a good day.
I love Tuesdays - my favorite day.

Wednesday, okay day.
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My eyes were opened yesterday -
The second time in years.
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Alyssum, for her beauty
Which shines within her eyes
Jasmine for her elegance,
In modesty disguised.
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Today I decided I did not need you.
That I am strongest alone.
That, contrary to my former convictions,
You are not necessary to my breathing.
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Today I decided I did not need you.
That I am strongest alone.
That, contrary to my former convictions,
You are not necessary to my breathing.
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What I dread is the knife behind my back
And the way I grip it, with knuckles pale,
Waiting for the perfect time to attack
Considering no other tide or tack,
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There we are. Two shadows in a photograph
Faces blurred by time. The outlines are hazy, unfocused
I’m not even sure it’s us anymore.
Where did the days go? How came these nights?
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