The Therapist

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
A poem I wrote as a favor for a friends lit class

Submitted: May 21, 2008

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She spoke softly from her velvet stand
As he sat,
quietly listening,pen in hand
From across the room and ‘round the desk
her lyrics ran.
 
They ran of doves and loves
and riches and lore --
speaking faster now then before
her voice contracting, her tears relieving!
…and all the while his quiet breathing…
 
…patiently logging, as her lyrics ran…
 
they ran for men,
they ran for child,
they ran for years of emotion exiled
the least of the angels would sing
so screamed the patient; as her lyrics ran

so fine was the hour,
and the pen dry of ink
she went to her home -- where the lyrics began


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