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, 2007
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!
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** yeah.. I guess we’re looking for a convenient tool and yet the inconvenient truth is, being given the PC, the “tool”, we realized we lost the angst to “write.” he he he! Know what, after getting a PC, the only poem I have written so far is all but five lines.. written on my cellphone!
Posted by yannick at May 23, 2007, 5:52 pmAll comments are moderated. Your comments will not appear here unless approved by the blog owner. Thank you.
Same here! Writing poems on papers was old school but when I finally own a PC, I haven’t written anything!!! haha… Ambivalent thing! hehe
Posted by janus3185 at May 23, 2007, 9:55 am