Monday, December 17, 2007

Hiatus

Phrases and words and pictures that once oozed off the tip
Of my ball-point pen
Now stilted by the heavy Socratic cloak
of perpetual Reasoning
Imagination is buried in it.

I am no logician.
Perhaps she will resurrect (again).

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I loved the poem......it reminded of the good old days when i would read your poems in your special book
i love the mask one too
this one is up there