I’m afraid I am reblogging myself instead of creating a new poem. Yes, to such grim depths have I sunk – with three fussy patients in the house fighting the flu. Still, it expresses so much of what I feel about writing now. And how that has changed in the last year or so since I got serious about writing again.
Well, as serious as you can get whilst making tea, milk with honey, chicken soup, hugging feverish youngsters and so on.
Submitted for Open Link Night at dVerse Poets Pub, the friendliest place to meet and greet poets.