10/9/08_Poem by Betina Hershey Russo
I cannot speak, I cannot tell
Just what kind of personal hell
I'm drowning in, and yet, oh yes,
This oceanic surge of blue
It lifts me through this kelpy mess,
Reminds me how your heart is true
And oh, life loops and longs for YES.
Yes, yes, release, undress!
Oh dear, my eyes, they're bugging out
My mouth clamps shut while folklores sprout,
And oh, I so long to confess
My soul, sweet soul, it drips with beads
And blue, blue, so much blue
All pulling me back through the weeds to you.
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