tabula rasa
Dec. 29th, 2002 03:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
novapsycheNot 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.