Poem of the Month: A Plea to Words…on my friend’s birthday by Dorothy Dellabough

Unborn words, aching on my tongue
crouching in the mind’s mystic sand,
come be drawn by a longing hand
for a friend whose song must be sung.

Do not bind my heart alive among
dark meanings like a prison band,
flower free as out of some new land,
shower her with your garlands flung.

Be fresh and strong, in bright array,
spring at her with a strangeness I seek,
all dimness downed, each phrase unique,
sing love to my friend in one new way.


“A Plea to Words” was included in my memoir, Searching for Armando, La Sirena Press, 2016.

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