Friday, May 26, 2006
Not TodayWhen I reach into the pouch from whence I draw my poems, lately it seems filled with disjointed phrases and half-formed ideas. I ask for it to be filled, to be replentished with love. Ideas roll boldly through my thoughts, but they refuse to be fused together into coherent prose. There is nothing... Sign in to see full entry.posted by Schatz at 7:14 AM Comments (2) (link) |
About this BlogAll poetry, mostly my own original works. Also, maybe a few of the quotes or excerpts from the writing that inspired the poetry.Links |
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