Audrey Stephenson Poems

These threads pull together
These threads weave together your existence
Your dependence
And as we look to the sky
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I feel stuck in this place
Drenched with things I shouldn’t lack
Can’t recognize the face
Nothing is what it should have been
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Metonymy, a novel thing
Free from vulnerability
True impressions can’t be seen
But you still say what you want
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Sorry to interupt you
But I feel there's something you should know
you see in the breathe of the breeze and the dance of the leaves, there's a song that you can't hear
And that the wind when it runs, it's as old as the sun
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I need to know that I will become lost somewhere
Autumn leaves beckon the beguiling smiles of the sun
Just to abandon the rites of the seasons
When their turn has yet to come
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So now I’ve come to find that nothing lasts forever
I’ll just stick around till I find something better
Understand that happiness is ephemeral
There’s nothing to attain
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You’re sitting on the window sill
Yellow paint peeling from it’s corners
And you’re ashing your cigarette in a coffee cup with a blue rim and small brown dots
Reunited
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Your life on a sketching pad
Symbolism smudged into crooked lines
Your heart in a notebook
Words left to be defined
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I am the portrait of a separate fire
Those amber waves of grain suspended
Where sea's shells know no end
Leaving little to be sustained
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Words can swarm and leave the children dry
The temperature's sleeve is an ancient goodbye
The clock's blinking backwards reflecting her crimes
Because the weight of a soldier kneeled into time
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