Gainor Ventresco Laney

Rookie (March 29,1963 / Boston, Mass)

This Maine Morning - Poem by Gainor Ventresco Laney

I do not want to write anymore of my pain
I have shed the blood of my heart for much too long
And still, there is more
I am seeking, every moment that I breathe
For the magic connection with another like me
Another who's eyes look inward
Another who has stood so alone against the inner storm
I have sought, found and lost that one in a thousand ways
I have come to this place to collect my dreams
I scattered them here once and they ran from me
I have been afraid to seek them out
To find them small and hollow
Not as I remembered
Although the nights become so long now
And I can not quiet the maniac in my head
This one morning in Maine may restore me
I feel inspired now to create a new dream
To search for the lost among the missing

I will write today for you, a love song for the forgotten

Comments about This Maine Morning by Gainor Ventresco Laney

  • (8/4/2005 9:58:00 AM)

    beautiful, utterly beautiful. salut. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 4, 2005

Poem Edited: Thursday, August 4, 2005

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