Albert Ahearn


A Confession - Poem by Albert Ahearn

Those sanctified structures of verse,
plot and rhyme-why do I find them
no help to me now?
I want to produce something
imagined not recollected.
My inner voice becomes tongue-tied;
it trembles searching for the words
to guide me to inspiration.
So at times everything I write
with the threadbare lack of genius
seems wearily; worn-out; hackneyed
often painfully paralyzed.
A mésalliance I admit
Still I strive to caress the light.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 20, 2011

Poem Edited: Thursday, January 20, 2011


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