Helen Wilson Poems
- Burn Out? Alarm bells ring; rats are racing, Dressing, ...
- Rainbows Rainbows transform Angry sky to revelation; ...
- Lizard Listening A lizard ironed onto a rock, Lissom limbs ...
- Stranger He wasn’t handsome; He didn’t look smart. He ...
- Commute Wake. Depart. Car doors slam. Children pile out.
- Adrift Adrift, Sea tossed and salted, Wind whipped and ...
- How Do You Do? How-do-you-do, It? It with a capital ...
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Alarm bells ring; rats are racing,
Dressing, eating, children-chasing,
Driving, talking, fixing, bunching,
Meeting, typing, number crunching.
Days are judged by what’s achieved
Frantic ‘doing’ by night relieved.
Far from satisfied with life
Oft days leave me pained, in strife.
Others leave me enervated
Anger drained myself berated.
Longing for an easy answer
Thoughts and deeds themselves a cancer.
Drawn floorward in a darkened room,
Three small candles challenge the gloom.
To ward off tears and fear’s ascension
Firmly focus mind’s ...