Posts belonging to Category Life Poems

The price

Posted by Helen Howell on March 22, 2010

On the street where I live there’s no runaway deal and the price rises up, up, up, into the more not bargained for with the knowing of worth and value. Life takes the stuffing, the cherry on top, half the filling out of the giving, and bespeaks of learning to live with less than ever [...]

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The spark of truth

Posted by Helen Howell on February 25, 2010

It was a breath scanning many years before the exhale and this breath a hurricane that mingled truth with untruth until so well entwined they became as one. It is this “one” that haunts a mind now that the breathing’s done and it’s known to be the ghost of past that will not lie down [...]

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The sound of silence

Posted by Helen Howell on January 23, 2010

Shattered by a thunderous clap the sound of silence crumbles into the deep and distant past there to join with memories around a cold grave stone. Head bowed it stands as one unloved and wet because the rain must fall today, this day, when mourners pray in sad and sombre release. There is no happy [...]

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Between the layers

Posted by Helen Howell on January 14, 2010

Between the layers of events and happenings lies a little symbol of what life is all about but designed to not be visible it simply isn’t there to the eyes of a searcher and the maybe you/me. Next to that the pendant of love’s amazing grace shines and glitters brilliantly like a polished diamond but [...]

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Shawls and blankets

Posted by Helen Howell on October 3, 2009

She who opens doors to more feels the breeze of who she is but then the cold of the “before” wraps around her daily life. She ponders so this memory chill like strangers in her new abode and in her manner so polite offers them an overnight. ‘tis not to say they do not know [...]

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Cocktails and little crumbs

Posted by Helen Howell on September 6, 2009

Life moves in and takes out dreams, wishes, hopes and needs and stirs and mixes cocktails like a barman paid to be a maker and creator. It has no mind for me to sense or heart to pump intent but, oh, so diligent it serves up and clears away like one who doesn’t know there [...]

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Through the maze

Posted by Helen Howell on August 15, 2009

So through the maze of goods and clothes she stepped into a dark recess where memories lay hidden away from the prying eyes of everyday. And in that day of everyday she chose a route that skirted pain and smiled the smile of one who knows love will surely come again. But still she cried [...]

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Amazed!

Posted by Helen Howell on August 10, 2009

She didn’t stop to look amazed at the progress of the flame from slow to fast and furious, from loving to indifferent, and from belief into the chasm of uncertainty. Instead she stopped to look amazed at the wind of happenstance that reduces love’s tall stature to the likeness of liquid candle wax. Breathe! She [...]

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Ash is ash!

Posted by Helen Howell on July 6, 2009

She didn’t walk a golden mile or embrace a new found love but wandered down the avenues of a past long dead and gone. Trees interlocked and canopied her feeblemindedness while the grass underfoot gave way to barren ground for ‘tis the feeble of mind that must walk on hardened ground until the dead and [...]

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Gamblers!

Posted by Helen Howell on July 2, 2009

‘tis the silence of the night and the din of broad daylight that spins like lottery tickets in the flow of normal life. Round and round, up and down, and this flow like living cycles that leaves a gambler waiting palm up for destiny. First prize gone, second, third, and the gambler makes a fist [...]

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