Arlene Dery (1954 / Salem, OR)
This Poet Has A Lot
So many feelings inside to explore.
discovering one, then some more.
Emotions come out! I implore.
a thought to put down for evermore.
What to write, and what to say,
where are the words I need to convey?
Not giving up, and finding a way.
needing to pen those words today.
Looking for, a word to be found.
hoping to find, just the right sound.
And I realize, they are abound-
is that my head, starting to pound?
Then like a flash, it comes to me.
starting to pen, frantically.
Baring my soul for all to see.
baring my soul, for therapy.
Get it all down before it's forgot.
elusive words, I have sought.
Stuck in my world, this is my lot.
seeking words, until they are caught.
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