The Word - Poem by Laurence Overmire
There is a word
In the dark, back wayward recesses of my brain
The perfect word
That fits the cadence and the rhyme
That makes sense of all
That wonderful word
And all that remains
Is for me
To find it.
(Previously published in The Aurorean, Vol.5, Issue 1, Dec.1999; Poetry Soul to Soul, Apr 2002; The World's Strand Anthology,2007)
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