tabula rasa
Dec. 29th, 2002 03:13 pmNot one poem
escaped these fingers
this day. No words
frolicked from the pen;
no image twisted itself
into the masochism of metaphor
in order to mollify
the Almighty Critic.
My page, like a babe,
lay unaware.
escaped these fingers
this day. No words
frolicked from the pen;
no image twisted itself
into the masochism of metaphor
in order to mollify
the Almighty Critic.
My page, like a babe,
lay unaware.
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Date: 2002-12-29 02:32 pm (UTC)pieces about writer's block.
For not having any poems,
good effin' show!
;)
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Date: 2002-12-29 11:28 pm (UTC)Is the haiku better?
Re:
Date: 2002-12-30 03:01 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2002-12-30 05:20 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2002-12-31 03:33 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2002-12-29 11:48 pm (UTC)T'was learning about Tabula Rasa last quarter in Developmental Psychology... I admit that I have problems with comprehending the poetry of others, so I won't break my poor tired little head over it at the moment.
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Date: 2002-12-30 02:08 am (UTC)