My
muse has not been striking.
In
fact she went on strike.
In
spite of all my efforts
I
find I can not write.
Blank
paper is a barrier
Too
high for me to climb.
No
sharp, inspired storyline
No
breath of poem’s rhyme.
My
usually prolific stream
Of
words has dried up like
…
17/3/2011
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