Thursday, December 06, 2007

And miles from where you are I, lay down on the cold floor

It isn't long until Will leaves for Scotland.

I had another CPN appointment today, my medication might change.

Will is 21 on Saturday.

I haven't written a poem since October 2006.

Writer/human/thing...in despair.

2 comments:

Rainbow dreams said...

poetry will come - are you with Will for his Birthday?
Words will find you...not that I'm a writer but I know that as soon as you stop searching things come..x hugs, x

Awareness said...

where are you now? did any of the tests reveal new info?

poetry comes from a distilling of discomfort. it will flow again, perhaps over the Christmas break when you can let you thoughts intermingle.