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Storm born my mother said
Kicking and screaming
Into the blackest night
Stormclouds roiling
Thunder singing
My birthing song
Where I most belong
Storm born, shaking her head
The drama living on
In every passing year
Lightening dazzling
Cracking evening air
Telling everyone
I am there
(c) Helen Valentina 2017
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Neon
All that’s new
Is you
Starlight
Stricken on your face
This place
Blueness
Colder than the ice
So nice
Neon
All we ever do
Is you
(c) Helen Valentina 2017
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When you fell my little one you knew
What you had lost
A moment too late is still too late
And wings won’t raise you up
Above your choices
You glide safe down
To where you may yet land
Survey your home
I could have told you little one the fall
Is glorious at first
And then the dark is nothing but the dark
Your spirit’s tiny spark
Could never wage its war
Against the tide of time
Not yours nor mine
I released you little one with such regret
But I gave you choice
I’d take it back and yet
All that we will give is all that we will get
Our wings are wonderful they fly
Against our ravaged sky
And would that we forget
By and by
(c) Helen Valentina 2017
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Cal me Mr Head in the Clouds
I don’t care
You weren’t in the sky
You weren’t even there
You will never fly
Ever climb one stair
So I don’t care
Say I’m always stuck in the clouds
You don’t know
You’re a seedling
Stuck in the ground
You won’t grow
You’re always in a rush
Clouds are slow
You can’t know
(c) Helen Valentina 2017
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Young child
Starlight dreaming
Heaven’s up above
A different kind of love
Streaming
Reaching to the child
Window ledge below
Could he touch the stars
All that life debars
On show?
Young child
Starlight yearning
Dying stars alight
His for but one night
Burning
(c) Helen Valentina 2017
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If we do not speak of it
It will not be there
That’s what we said
And for days we managed
To skirt around it
For words do damage
And sight even more
If we allow ourselves to see it
So it isn’t there
It isn’t there
Until our child was witness
No filters to their eyes
No understanding of
the comfort of avoidance
And little, harmless lies
And how can we now deny it
As his little truth now blooms
‘Mama there’s an elephant in the room’
I’d still rather not see it
But it’s vexing in the extreme
For how can we unsee it
Now the worst thing has been seen?
(c) Helen Valentina 2017
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In the church we waited
So alone
Heaven cracking
Like an eggshell
over rough hewn stone
Doves of peace plummet
Into the dusty air
We waited in our faith
And deep despair
In the church we prayed
Hopeless fools
Angels long departed
Empty cathedrals
Resonate with loss
Every ray of sunlight
At such cost
There’s nothing there
And yet we wait in faith
And deep despair
(c) Helen Valentina 2017
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Down the primrose path we go
Promises wrapped up with a bow
Where we will land
We’ll never know
Down the path we go
On the primrose path we’ll find
All the choices left behind
Are they cruel
Are they kind?
As the truth unwinds
Down the primrose path unknown
Where the fields are overgrown
Many secrets
Hide unshown
When we walk
We walk alone
(c) Helen Valentina 2017
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In desolation we may fly
Be free
When all is lost
Then nothing’s left to lose
And nor are we
A broken road
Is still a way
And all we may believe
In desolation we are reborn
And free
In devastation we may build
And grow
When all was lies
There’s nothing left to prove
And less to know
A kingdom’s just
A promise overthrown
In devastation’s harvest
Let us sow
(c) Helen Valentina 2017
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This watery light
Awakens my soul
I have slept too long
But warmth upon my eyelids
Bids them open
And gaze out
Of my prison
Made of imagination’s stone
And ponder flight and freedom
And to swim
And swim alone
To atone
Too long in darkness
Have I dwelt
Of my own choice
Like the citadel of guilt
Was comfort on its own
But light upon the water
Reminds me
of my greater home
The chance to fly
And answer all
the questions why
And to atone
c) Helen Valentina
Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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