new old kid on the blog,
with an occasional
old or new poem written off
the old writer's block
This made me chuckle, Vassilis, after a long bastard of a day.
Dead good. Made me chuckle too, as did the wonderful comment from WB.
Can this be why, when in the writing of a poem there comes that unsettling feeling the wheels have come off, there often follows that delayed reaction -- the sense of relief -- the feeling that we should rejoice, because it means we'll be a bit late in arriving?
You're on to something there, Tom.
Comforting to have such punctual, congenial company accompanying me on this one. :)