Internal Themes
I hear a tune repeating.
It does not want to rest.
It echoes inside my being
like a warbler in a nest.
The tune cannot escape me.
It has a life of its own.
It waits for me to capture it
from wherever it has grown.
I wish to set it free from me
so it will leave my head.
But I know that if I do this
I'll hear another tune instead.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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