new old kid on the blog,
with an occasional
old or new poem written off
the old writer's block
There is an elusive but undoubtedly precious Something whereof it is probably futile to speak (for it will obviously continue to elude us forever, escaping further out of reach the more we attempt ineffectually to pin it down) to which this fine poem, like others given us here, temptingly beckons.The not quite grasping is a great part of the mystery which is perhaps the source of much of the pleasure.(It is always lovely to be reminded of those important things of which one suspects much but in the end knows absolutely nothing!)
As always, you've elucidated eloquently on an elusive subject. Thanks for taking the time once again.