Helen Warner
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Trading CardsA Poem by Helen WarnerThe aged dogwood trees in the yard scrape bitter bones as if seeking sanctuary, swaying in the lonely wind crest chills of January. .. |
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Frailty and StrengthA Poem by Helen WarnerSisters, I prick my finger to remember -sometimes- Insecurity adorns herself in ornaments of deception. Skeletons of the white washed shive.. |
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Paper SwansA Poem by Helen Warnerfold upon fold meditation and measure a crease here, another there ceremonial acts in deliberate precision re.. |
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Assigning SorrowsA Poem by Helen WarnerMistakes and memories are stuck in repeat. I’m tired of the sound of them rattling about in rusty cans- sharp like ice against my teeth. .. |
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Suitcase Full of AngelsA Poem by Helen Warner“We poets in our youth begin in gladness; but thereof comes in the end despondency and madness.” ~William Wordsworth |
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The SickbedA Poem by Helen WarnerMy head is playing the flu symphony- ring-ring, wheeze and throbble. Three days now. Plans and errands disappear into the steady mist o.. |
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To Sara, Sylvia and AnneA Poem by Helen WarnerSara, we met at the white elephant sale- sleeping saint of the musty church basement, hidden beneath the brick-a-brack. Crackling pages,.. |
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Sanctification SestinaA Poem by Helen WarnerLooking out across the tainted ground,I see the widespread masses of blushing bloodcolored leaves, now mottled with the restingof various autumn hues... |
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