Writer’s Block
How easily my words came
Bean-sprouting from my brain
They river-flow with smooth agility over rocks,
Passing fish in the rapids as they go
Pressing against the spider webs of mental blocks
Or unmoving, stand with word-weapons drawn,
With foolish demonstrations
Of angst or love
Needing to say what I feel
Like a sensation-word junky,
A would be fantasy fool,
My sanity hiding in a corner and near-never intact.
gingatao! said,
October 23, 2007 at 9:42 am
Composed, clear and elegant. I have always enjoyed your poetry and I am as pleased as punch to see it presented in this environment. There is always such precision and balance and beauty in your work.