Theodora (Theo) Onken Poems

I don't miss you much
Even though
I still cry
At the sound
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</></>In my reservoir of thoughts
Solitary to silent reflection
In the Autumn of spent forms
I loose myself in chosen selection;
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A shining coil of wind
Carried away the last leaves
Black Birds final calling
Upon Winters sleeves
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The Winter Season has begun its erasing...
With each of us-a bit stripped raw-
Sliced by a cutting North wind-
In the grasp of January's claw;
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As shadows tap danced
'Cross a dappled sunset
A forest of Mesquite came alive
By a Guitar quartet
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Such Lofty ideas...how they permeate
You want me at your every Beck and call
From FairPort to Walworth New York...
Tell you...That takes some gall;
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We do not know your method...
As of yet, it is unclear
Like a snake in the grass, you move
Filling us full of crap, my dear! ! ! !
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My life is in a peaceful state
Secure from red-headed tricks
Sequestered from hairy Neanderthals
High up in a watch tower of red brick;
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April came with its answers...
And oh, how that Spring simply flew
The bad news ordered radiation and toxins
I knew, we were beginning to loose you;
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Today, i recall you all...
Across the winds born of yesterday;
Over moments spent in growth and - love...
You, a breath-taking memory of my youth;
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