tabula rasa

[novapsyche]

Not 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.

Comments

[novapsyche.livejournal.com]

Thank you for your honesty, Anne.