Stephanie Dodds

My never ending
search for whatever
this psychologically gout
riddled rhyme stir to

write (a poem) about
found me figuratively
staring at a theme without doubt
devoid of any "FAKE"

trumping controversial clout,
which subject came in route
tummy mind questioned NOT
explicitly broadcasting best related

most definitely not
apropos to flout
the sensitivity and personal
privacy respectfully tendered

obeyed, and invoked, not to tout
yet an impression can nonetheless
this versatile scout
felt motivated be shared with you

a general over view
the therapist averred thru
the title of this poem, she who
doth "actively listen" pertaining,

asper emotional issues that stew
within the psyche, thus
appreciation as I gentile lee
talked non Jew

bull leant lee of foregone
opportunities till rue
men hating lost chunks of
mine formative years

witnessed self deprivation
(usurped, sponged, and bobbed
entire memory queue)
of ordinary healthy

development of body,
mind, and soul casting
more'n fifty shades
of a grayish hue

my psychological landscape,
where at puberty -
anorexia nervosa (minus bulimia
squarely took root grew)

wing essential nadir existence,
thy emaciated condition drew,
sans Matthew Scott Harris
who recognizes aversion

to grow into manhood blew
away so many necessary figurative
stepping stones permanent
stilted impact didst accrue,

and merely hearing my recitation
of plaintive glue
me emotional reverberations,
now overlain by many

a displeasing faux pas,
and metaphorical boo boo
actions as a father
affecting mindscape

of near grown daughters the "ear"
of assigned therapist
appreciation doth issue.