Friday, May 8, 2015

Trying to Make Sense out of Nothing

What is it that makes people write poems? 
It’s nothing you can see or smell, nothing 
You can taste or touch or hear— 

Hidden in the formless recesses of nowhere, 
Whatever it is, it takes all our senses aback 
If and when we coax it out of there. 


  1. Whatever it is, it wrecks all my novels by making them twelve lines long.

  2. Oh, if only I could answer that opening question. But you are right. At least that’s how it feels. Prose I plod over but the poetry mostly appears if not fully formed then only slightly out-of-focus.

  3. And wearing spectacles doesn't seem to make any difference!


Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...