Sophia White Poems

She is sitting, slumped with fatigue.
The candles in the window burned low.
The lights on, lighting your path –
But where are you?
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Oh, to be in Scotland,
The land of kilts and pipes,
Oh, to see the lochs aglow
Under star strewn nights.
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The sky, seen through a window,
Is a dead and tasteless hue.
No sight of sun or rainbow,
The gray’s devoured blue.
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She tottles about
A funny toy
I love her so.
Such a joy
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I am currently engaged in a chess match.
The stakes are high – a future.
Somehow when my strategy gets torn
I find a way – to suture.
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The chimes upon the arbor
Are set to ring!
Harken, all ye peoples -
Hear them sing:
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Your road is set before you, a road that’s paved in stone
Stone from distant planets of galaxies unknown
It’s lined with trees and columns, all woven tight with vines
That cast across your future shades of tangles lines.
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You
've
lost
your
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Words, words, words.
So many, many words.
So many words.
So many worlds.
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I was down
I was weary
I was running
About to faint
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