Tag Archives: passion

One Perfect Night

Posted on February 16, 2013 by Helen

One perfect so unusual night Like a song once adored heard by chance on the radio A memory Full of promise never realised yet still shining in my mind A reflection of a different life and different choices made somewhere … Continue reading →

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Three

Posted on February 15, 2013 by Helen

Three times your name Three times the same Only difference Was the game First watched from afar Second casual and bizarre Third a foreign, twisted star Three times one heart Three ways apart Different endings Different start Three times your … Continue reading →

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Audition

Posted on February 11, 2013 by Helen

Terrifying darkened room Counterpointed by This dazzling stage Shadowed figures Seemingly faceless Await in a row Nerves are electricity Susseration under your skin How is it that Your throat is so dry? All your offerings Seeming to slip through your … Continue reading →

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Masks

Posted on January 26, 2013 by Helen

See this pattern falling, rising Hear these words, though not surprising All our future, we’re surmising is our true selves much disguising In these hallways of invention sinews stretched with patient tension Find the lies we could not mention hold … Continue reading →

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Remembering Something That Never Was

Posted on January 23, 2013 by Helen

These masks we wore the moment that we met Reflected back a mirror to our souls And each apportioned cleverness and roles To fashion a false dream we can’t forget This is the harshest part of my regret Though beautiful, … Continue reading →

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Jungian Forest Walk

Posted on January 12, 2013 by Helen

My forest wakes and breathes at night A simple cup and knife-blade bright Beside a stream where waters race As though a passion causes fright This beast I know but not his face His anger stilled by one embrace A … Continue reading →

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