Helena Lovern Poet Free verse

Your Wake

there was a wake, 
that we could see in the sky 
like a ripple in the clouds at night.

for one time
I could see in your mind 
like your eyes were a shrine 
at the gates of some divine...

As the clock works,
in your own words, 
i have the revenue based on your work
and i have the records here to fill a whole book
and no one can catch you but i have you open
i have you open like a crook.

Withering 
winter
spring
send me a flower up a frozen over stream
wrap it around a ring to keep it anchored
to stop the weathering.

You're like a smooth cold stone
but you're not my own
im with the sediment 
its getting overgrown
where is the sentiment? 
I'm feeling alone
ill drink it til its gone

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Shaunda Lindsay March 25, 2016 at 6:21 AM I find this extremely sad dear.. We must be sisters. Your father sounds like mine.. A 7 "You're like a smooth cold stone but you're not my own im with the sediment its getting overgrown where is the sentiment" Shaunda Lindsay March 25, 2016 at 4:16 PM lol Helena Lovern March 25, 2016 at 4:01 PM Interesting intuition. :3 Maybe we are sisters!

John Fleming March 12, 2016 at 4:03 PM Interesting piece of verse, Helena - And rather quite powerful! Nicely contrived. My best regards to you! :) john Helena Lovern March 12, 2016 at 4:07 PM Thank you. i'd like to know peoples' thoughts on (or if they think the same way) Consciousness. It's another piece of writing i have on this site. check it out. (: