When the day’s nearly done
And words cease to come
I stare at the page
And hope I find one
That leads to another,
A line, then a verse
Then, at last, a full poem
For the wired universe
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
When the day’s nearly done
And words cease to come
I stare at the page
And hope I find one
That leads to another,
A line, then a verse
Then, at last, a full poem
For the wired universe