new old kid on the blog,
with an occasional
old or new poem written off
the old writer's block
A sad image Vassilis, but very beautiful.
I have notebooks full of shuffling poems, shades within shade. I'll walk with them one day. Just not yet. A lovely poem, Vassilis—drenched in midday sun.
Elisabeth,I'm happy you should think so.Joe,"Shuffling poems"--now that's a phrase a poet could deal with--in the sun or in the shade! Thanks, Joe.