Writing Iii
Nothing to write, right?
Try as I might
nothing comes to me ...
no sublime insight
no reat words to e
revealed in the light
of another moment.
Boring stagnant online
haikooed to death ...
cuckoo is more like it.
Competing synapses
perpetrating symantic
blah, blah, blah.
So I'm not writing right,
right now.
Well ... its not wrong either.
Weather (its snowing) neither or either
or whatever,
its not an event
worth pursuing today.
Copyright © Sue Mason | Year Posted 2008
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