I am in misery.
For when I am in misery
The poem ceases to be
Words crafted and chiseled
From abstracted thought.
The poem begins to be me.
August 31, 2000
4.41 pm, Thursday
Rocking with Calliope… Finally!
May 17, 2007After so many tries, after all the conceivable cusses had been spat, I was finally able to decide what to do with the over-all look of this blog. Sure, I have a blog in Friendster, another in Wordpress, and so you're asking, how's this going to be different from the others? Well, I'm going to try to re-discover the melancholy-flavored, cynical baby that I was (am?) which used to hate not having a PC to write and edit poems — and when I finally got a PC - was not able to write one single poem. How's that for irony? Anyway, I gave too much time on the look of the page that I lost energy to come up with a good opening salvo.
By the way, Lizette, thanks.. will join the community and try to get to know more of the people around here. Will also read up on your blogs!




