The Poet

The Poet The poet reaches for his pen a broken heart to bare To write the words he cannot speak his deepest thoughts to share... A well that springs from deep within cannot be now contained Emotions trapped for many years run free and unrestrained... A teardrop falls upon the page the ink begins to smear An avalanche of pouring rain the words soon disappear... Jon Arno 2017

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Ilene Bauer

Date: 5/22/2017 7:19:00 PM

bravo! this says it all and very well, i might add...

Jon Arno
Date: 5/31/2017 2:15:00 PM

Thank you so much Ilene :)

Jan Allison

Date: 5/22/2017 6:37:00 PM

Absolutely perfect in so so many ways Jon. I can relate to every line. I know I would never have got through the worst 3 years of my life if I hadn't picked up my pen and written my first poem when my hubby had cancer surgery in 2013:-) hugs Jan xx

Jon Arno
Date: 5/31/2017 2:16:00 PM

Thank you so much Jan :)