Poem

there

is

a

poem

in

me

today…

Sunday

while

i dream

and

remember

and smile

and cry…

there

is

a poem

struggling

in

my breast

flowing

to the

morning jazz

and

forgotten

traditions

floating

in

the skies

with clouds

and rain

and

seldom sun…

there

is

a

poem

lying

dormant

in my

sullen consciousness

awaiting

realization,

articulation,

presentation,

a poem

unwritten

waiting

for

it’s

time–

it’s power

to give

it

birth.

Linda Tauhid

3/1/15

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