ann-shaw-griffiths - Hello Poetry

She lives in shade Where muffled sounds of laughter from the sunlit place Can't reach, and colours fade To grey in this so silent space Which, all alone, she yearns to leave But still unseen, she leaves no trace The shadow child, without a face The nameless one

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Jun 23, 2012

Jun 23, 2012 at 12:39 PM UTC

ann-shaw-griffiths

Shadow Child

She lives in shade Where muffled sounds of laughter from the sunlit place Can't reach, and colours fade To grey in this so silent space Which, all alone, she yearns to leave But still unseen, she leaves no trace The shadow child, without a face The nameless one

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And still, in dreams No words emerge The struggle to articulate Producing gasps, Half uttered sounds The strained attempt to break the grasp Of strangleholds so long imposed By those for whom My presence, like my words Held no validity Dissolving into anonymity An echo of an undiscovered Self, a dormant cry for help

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Jun 23, 2012

Jun 23, 2012 at 12:32 PM UTC

ann-shaw-griffiths

Dreams

And still, in dreams No words emerge The struggle to articulate Producing gasps, Half uttered sounds The strained attempt to break the grasp Of strangleholds so long imposed By those for whom My presence, like my words Held no validity Dissolving into anonymity An echo of an undiscovered Self, a dormant cry for help

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Earthy scented mornings Thinly trailing mist Acorns drop from weary trees Yellow, red and russet frees Leaves from branches, gently falling Earth by coloured carpet kissed Frosty, starlit evening Palely shining moon

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Jun 23, 2012

Jun 23, 2012 at 12:12 PM UTC

ann-shaw-griffiths

Autumn

Earthy scented mornings Thinly trailing mist Acorns drop from weary trees Yellow, red and russet frees Leaves from branches, gently falling Earth by coloured carpet kissed Frosty, starlit evening Palely shining moon

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Golden flash on wing in flight Fleeting vision, yet so bright Soaring high, called from above Beauty is your gift of love Liquid calling, tumbling down Bobbing heads, with red on crown Guileless Charm of birds, behold! Caps of red and wings of gold.

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Jun 23, 2012

Jun 23, 2012 at 11:55 AM UTC

ann-shaw-griffiths

Goldfinch

Golden flash on wing in flight Fleeting vision, yet so bright Soaring high, called from above Beauty is your gift of love Liquid calling, tumbling down Bobbing heads, with red on crown Guileless Charm of birds, behold! Caps of red and wings of gold.

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