Theodora (Theo) Onken

Gold Star - 25,109 Points (Washington State)

Post Script - Poem by Theodora (Theo) Onken

This starless night breaks open -once again-
Through a cumbersome chilled breeze...
My windowsill 'tis laced with ice chips
And glazed-frozen branches are left upon the trees;
Our embers once aglow...so warm...
In yesterdays fire-are now- long gone-
'Twas like the Summer in mid Winter-wasn't it?
Alas, 'twas deaf and blind to all of your wrong;


By, Theodora Onken
December 31,2011


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 31, 2011



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