Wonder

Habitually, feeling an itch to write, I’m introspective: sitting at the table over a blank sheet, cherishing my blight and rust, I think: “What if I'll not be able to write a single stanza anymore? What if to chuck it all, to travel, omnia mea mecum porto*… What is all this for: the doubts, the all-nighters, the insomnia? What if…" Oh, wonder! In my line of sight I have the lines: “…feeling an itch to write, I’m introspective”. (lat.) "All that is mine I carry with me", the quote that Cicero ascribes to Bias of Priene. 25.10.2019 Itch, Witch, Glitch Or Twitch Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Nina Parmenter