Theodora (Theo) Onken Poems

First thy Tempest impaled thine body
And sliced thy most angry brow
Shard's of glass created blown crystal
And Bitter Winds chastise each vow
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Imagination plays the
Strings of my heart
Soft like a mandolin
Catching glimpses
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It's quite a distance from my finger tips
Like loose change you fell from my pockets to the ground
And because i did not retrace my steps
I'm feeling a little unsettled - a little unsound;
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It was a dichtomy of forces---
That shattered our 'ship'...
An ego enlarged and self-centered...
That stung like a lash from a whip! ;
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We know all that we need to know...
But it is not up to us in the end...
But it is up to our most loving God--
In regards to jugement that he doth rends;
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Soft flaxen hair adorned her...

Blue eyes that filled the skies-
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She was: Contour and design;
A pristine white configuration of airs-affected;
Drizzled in reds of pretense...
Splashed freckles of disdain marked her;
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Like a melodramatic tsunami-
You self destruct our: 'To Be'-
Your harbor-wave of monumental catastrophe-
Washes away, the only remnant of me.
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...In between the Dawn of Morn,
........And the blanketing of Night,
...Is the day, full of visuals -
......Graced with God's, colour filled delights!
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Staring at paper for hours--
My pen draws a blank--
Again and again and again;
Seeking inspiration we search-
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