I Am Poem by Theodora (Theo) Onken

I am a listener
Of a half thought about Winter mind
A writer of a half seen legacy
And a sphere of half spoken rhyme;
I am an arrow sharpened
Of Ero's love sick fool
A trembling hand-in loves quick sand
A condemned lover of the Golden Rule;
I am the pity of a thousand teardrops
Of yesterdays heartbreak and sorrow
I am the startled Bird Of Paradise
Boding omens: of no tomorrows;
I am the field of blues and purples
Of lavender and lilac-to violet hue
Growing behind fences of sheer amazement
I am the whispering of love to you;


By: Theodora Onken

April 7,2012