Allison Helman Poems

Chirping there, and there,
but never here.
Still, if I am still inside,
the snow bunting will alight on this silver bough.
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Not born with a silver spoon in my mouth,
You did place a cultured pearl in my hands.
And so from this sweet irritation,
The good of humanity glows that much more
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Weigh well the price of new perspectives.
They cannot be drawn without the vanishing point.
Even pain clawing in it's jealous rage
Does snarl and bite against it's pull.
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Babes nude and baldly
Their cries crack from sleep like wind snapped twigs.
Imploring the stark sky for her
She rushes, hushes
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Leaves do not take a hint
That they enchant trees no more-if they ever did.

Instead, trees yawn in ennui
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How many times did you look at clouds
and see heroes
or, animals
or, castles and, other marvelous hopefilled things
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