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by Kerry Michael Wood

Sonnet One

When gray hours loom, I hide away and write.
I trip all over unpoetic feet,
craft metaphors arcane and recondite,
expose my heart with candor indiscreet.

Poetry requires the pensive mood.
My mind's odd clutter yields forgotten toys.
Like mice, my furtive fancies oft intrude,
and measured syllables resound with voice.

Then into spiral notebooks go those lines,
to lie forgotten on some dusty shelf,
but when in later years my sick soul whines
and burrows through dark muck to seek itself,

Yes, then with joy of rediscovery
I find reminders of who once was me.

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