Theodora (Theo) Onken
~~*~~alive? ~~*~~ - Poem by Theodora (Theo) Onken
Filled with the deep wine
Of my existance
I embrace my vegetation.
Growing aimlessly silent
Towering over the depths of despondency.
Unaccustomed to the sparrows dignity
There sweet chorus sung
In the early morn of my re-awakening
Just outside of my window of pain.
Going nowhere and yet somewhere...
My mind gleans the sacred places-
Corners kept secret and put away
For special moments:
When the aloness deafens
When the silence despairs
When only Roses will do!
To the point i am breaking
Splinters-they are everywhere.
Crashing, now my wine glass
It smashes the marbled floor.
Shards of my past cutting, splitting, bleeding.
I pick up all of my shattered yesterdays-
Neatly i tuck them away in my Thyme Drawer.
It is a place for the recipes
Of my entire life
That i can no longer ignore!
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