Odd how in.ter.mit.tent is
this word I wrote.
It began solid blue,
full of cerebral substance and
as thoughts started to evaporate,
so did my strophes.
Each letter was half-
formed
as if part-born.
Too bad I didn't fin-
-ish writing.
The flow of ideas dried up
as did the ink.
~~~
Feb©2006
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem