so what?
October 3, 2013 Leave a comment
Like oars can cut no scars in water
my pen leaves no marks on paper
Nor will wilderness turn to orchard
nor wine be pressed from stone
I am a poet stagnated by time
abandoned by idea
by vocabulary
by metaphor
by meaning
I am 36 years of blank pages
one in whom a thousand rivers of ink have come to die
But what does it matter –
SHE is a mathematician
24 September, 2013