Sophia White Poems

There is a woman with a large red hat
Who sits and plays the harmonica all day
Breathing in and breathing out
Her tears bubbling into the harmonica
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Pitter patter pitter patter
Sounding down the hall
Tipping feet tapping feet
Padding-soft-as-cat feet
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When I in shades of blue repose
On trodden leaves of wildrose
With heavens speared by purple light
Above me writing twisted night
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You inspire me.
You drive me to my paints, my brushes
Into wild mad rages with the canvas
Splattering red passion against yellow bliss
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(this is a terrible poem, and sickeningly facetious. I wrote it several yeas ago.)


There once was a word known as “purple”
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winter fairies come
a-calling
faces pressed window panes
twinkling
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I know a man who has a ship
That sails among the stars.
He once took me for a ride
To circle planet Mars.
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As I was walking through the woods
I came upon a pair of cows –
On black, a giant mother, her udder full,
One white, her calf,
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Listen!
He is calling you.
The voice you have heard many times in the silence…
Listen.
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She looked up one night
A clear and star-strewn night
And saw the gleaming specks of light
And when she looked away
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