Helen Wilson Poems

Alarm bells ring; rats are racing,
Dressing, eating, children-chasing,
Driving, talking, fixing, bunching,
Meeting, typing, number crunching.
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A lizard ironed onto a rock,
Lissom limbs loaded
With cells that feel the earth’s pulse beat…
Lazy lizard; goaded.
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Rainbows transform
Angry sky to revelation;
Highway to hope-lined avenue;
Ordinary day to the dawn of time.
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He wasn’t handsome;
He didn’t look smart.
He didn’t seem wealthy.
He walked without art.
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How-do-you-do, It?
It with a capital I.
I’ve been longing so to meet you,
Now I wonder why.
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Adrift,
Sea tossed and salted,
Wind whipped and stranded on a bed of self doubt.
Festooned with crispy nerve weed
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Wake.
Depart.
Car doors slam.
Children pile out.
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An amorphous monster lurks within
Hidden from your view.
I used to think it lurked without
In ‘him’ or ‘her’ or ‘you’.
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Pink petals pouting prettily
Upon a slender stem.
Polished, perky petals with a
Neatly scalloped hem.
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Heart groping a hollow chamber,
Conscious of what is not,
Taking stock of what is:
Despair? Absent.
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