the time has come

I have reached the point
where I no longer savor
thoughts of expressing myself
with this indifferent keyboard
my words have lost their flavor

I struggled futilely for months
upgrade became a catastrophe
my blog became as my aging body
nothing works the same as before
my mountain top approaches

upon me are three anniversaries
the suddenness of my stroke
the passing of my lovely daughter
the beginning of this my blog
the end is fast coming into view


Writing is easy; all you do is sit
staring at the blank sheet of paper
until drops of blood form on your forehead.
— Gene Fowler

There is a great discovery
still to be made in Literature:
that of paying literary men
by the quantity they do NOT write.