23-01-23

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Victoria Stokoe
15-01-23

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Infinity hourglass~ For Mal Dewhirst
Rest in peace ❤
And how we trickle like sand
through the ag'd and bubbl'd glass,
through the narrow waist,
through the cylinders balanc'd by age and youth.
Youth is green and ag'd is wisdom,
yet i'm still refusing to drop down
to the pile, to the heap.

I wake with a gasp at mortality.
I bethink too much about yond
but I bethink the outline
of the hourglass is a likeness to infinity.
In the second half t's switch'd
and I'll beest somewhere with the ghosts I've seen.
Momentum to divinity,
what we chooseth
shall has't been.

victoria stokoe
3~12~2021

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Always here.. We will always keep travelling. Long after we have gone. What we have left behind, our legacy, will move with others, forever on.

A life can't just be a lifetime.

Energy remains.

Energy in the beyond.. I can't accept that I won't keep travelling. I'll only believe that I'll still live on. Victoria Stokoe 5-12-21

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Moss~A poem

At which hour thou art
in mine own light,
I like to keepeth thee close
like moss grows on stone,
like wings in the sky,
fragile without thee
i'd beest.

Life maketh me wonder
wherefore we art born
and leaveth on our own,
we has't to fill minds
and the globe
with deeds valorous.
Deeds anonymous,
nev'r known

We has't to beest kind and true,
like a gift deliver'd
and hath used to antiquity.
As gold remains gold,
love remains
at each moment and is
eternal.

13th november 2021

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Son,
until you have
your own child,
you won't really know
how much I love you.

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I can be the strength other's need, I can be the person that other's heal.

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Sleep is so easy in a dream..
Victoria Stokoe
26~10~21

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Spilling waves
Even the silence was loud,
in my long quest for sleep.
The rain's patter soothed
my eyes
and I drifted off,
on a boat..
on a sea..
Under a transient cloud
the night enveloped me.
The boat gently rocked
spilling waves lazily.

Sleep was so easy,
in a dream..
Victoria Stokoe
26~10~21

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After
Did I fly here on affluence,
or skate here on thin ice,
did I wonder at wisdom
or did a simple life suffice.
Did I think heavenbound
would float me a life long,
without strife
and fanciful doting,
errors scorch,
flames ignite.
Passing seasons
of our kindred
generations born
generations old.
They hold us together.
Bonds forever,
as eternal souls.
Victoria Stokoe
6th September 2021

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