Young DeLay

Pat Arnold
Strange and absurd, she interjects,

"The ravings of a lunatic"!

Twas what she said to young DeLay,

what more she said, I cannot say.

She squashed and qualmed his poetic prose,

his spirit crushed, just like a rose.

A newly bloomed and sun kissed flower,

she did not know, she had the power,

to open his imagination,

and make him grow in his gestation.

"There will be others", he tells himself,

to water, nurture and acquiesce.

"This gift, my gift", he loudly spouts,

will live, no doubt, despite lack of recount".

"The musings that are in my head,

the dreams I dream, I will not shed".

"In spite of what you think of me,

my spirit lives, my soul is free".

Published by Pat Arnold

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  • Sondra C8/27/2009

    Great poetry. Poetry was my first love and the words and thoughts I write about just seem to flow out. I have put you on my friends list to follow. Thank you for your kind words about my reviews.

  • Shirley Mandel8/23/2009

    A lovely piece of work :-)

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