The Great Poem Is Lost
I yearn, I ache I strain I struggleI must write the great poem
It's lost somewhere in me
I search, I prod, I plow I burrow
I seek the words to tell
What I know eats at me
I squirm, I grunt, I sweat, I grovel
I must get at that place
It's hidden so deep from me
I beg, cry, I beseach, I whale
It remains a mystery
But such a part of me
Until I uncover
what I know is there
I will continue
To write drivel
Poetry by Phyllis J. Rhodes
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Written on 2006-12-05 at 19:05
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