I Need An Anne Sullivan Poem by Francie Lynch

I Need An Anne Sullivan



My heart's distressed,
Emotions vexed,
Images can't escape.
I'm perplexed,
My text is vexed,
I can't explain
What I feel.

My hands are dyslexic,
I'm swriled in the vortex
Of unwritten lines to read.
The words are trapped,
My message clapped
In perceptions
That can't be freed.

I try to release them,
Catch and cage them,
Then arrange them gregariously.
Then in a while,
Using some guile,
I'll fashion
Some fine poetry.
Such is the state
Of me.

I've heard the quip,
Been well-advised,
Just write how you feel.
To me, that's blathering,
Bothersome nattering,
Void of poetic appeal.

I need a someone,
Like Anne Sullivan,
To teach me
How to feel.
Not with eye or ear or lips,
But with senses
Alive within me.

Monday, December 1, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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Francie Lynch

Francie Lynch

Monaghan, Ireland
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