Sophia White Poems

The shore is fast receding into a distant line
Merging with the sun and the sky tonight
Here am I, drifting through the sea
Or could it be
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Mars.
Strange red rust world
Permeated with a scarlet haze
Red dust settled on the rooftops of shabby houses
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Oh my master, my master,
My inspiration, who, when I was afraid
Urged me gently on to find a dream –
To weave a world –
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A teacher, a pen, a handshake.
Three deaths in one day
And each a death-toll in my heart.
I cannot even pray
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Drumming fingers in ripe agitation,
I gaze with fevered eyes at the abyss.
I balance above it precariously,
Still pretending nothing’s amiss.
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“Bloom where you’re planted, ” they said,
“From your cradle until you’re dead.”
You cried, but meekly bowed down
Beneath their withering frown.
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It’s not in the sky, not in the earth.
There’s nothing in memory or tomorrow.
Look in dreams, search through sorrow,
Nothing in death, nothing in birth.
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There he sits in his ruins, Man.
He holds the ashes of his thought in his palms
Wondering.
In the ash, there is nothing distinguishable
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I'm befuddled: Where are you?
I've not the faintest, vague-est clue.
I haven't looked; perhaps I'd best.
But I'd much rather leave that quest
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It was a fool thing to do;
Even more so when you told it,
And spoke so flippant too
As if it were no thing to hold it.
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