Theeraser Poem by Theodora (Theo) Onken

Trying to describe your tiny heart becomes nearly impossible...
Certainly, it is sorrowful;
Indeed - pitiful;
With this is mind
I will deal with
The jealousy
And spite that
Moves you.


Alas, beyond the protective shield you use, often
Close to the
Cross you bear
Your uncanny ability to make things disappear
Is clearly more
Than a work of magic.


To this end you oft' make your work a satisfying time;
In fact, after your deletions,
You smile in sheer delight
And to this end
Your spiteful, jealous heart dances
As it temporarily
Removes all the rancor
You feel- -
In the absolute
Barren desert
Of your being.


With no need
To illustrate
Soon...
You will be
Significantly surprised.


Theodora Onken

3/14/18