Sophia White Poems

Leaning against the wall,
Twirling my jacket’s cord
Round my graceful fingers.
Looking tragically bored,
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I spit a line, a clever word,
You wonder at what you just heard.
I see my trip, ignore my fall.
Just don’t quote me – ever – at all.
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Her hands once held the daffodils
And gathered up the lilies
In bundles tied with a lavender string,
And she’d roam throughout the flow’rs and sing
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I stand, in the low grass so finely clipped,
And the sun fills the world around me.
But I stand alone, and the sun cannot find me
I am hid in the great overpowering shade.
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Here they are, I’ve brought them.
I’ve tied them up and bound them.
My heart breaks within me
But I consider it only joy.
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The world, it’s gold and fortune,
The hopes and dreams and years,
All the castles and fairy tales,
The stories and adventures and cheers,
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Ah! Crownéd heads of gilded years!
In robes with trains of practiced time,
Slippered in pastel sunrise,
Belted with vibrant sunset,
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I wrote a letter
- Or two –
Some about this
That
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Her gown
Like
falling
stars
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The world is so big.

My crayon sketchings of what I once thought the world to be
Are like a single lily fallen upon the entire sea.
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