Over the past two days, I have written--and am close to "finishing"* ––another poem. I am sorry that my posts for the past several weeks have been so uncommunicative and without substance, but I have been on something of a roll, writing-wise, and have directed my energies toward the poems. I just can't let an opportunity like this go by. I know what it is like to go through a time when the poems do not come.
Onward, then, like a comet.
*"Finished," of course, is a term of art. It will be months before these poems are truly "finished."
Note: The images are of the poet Sappho and the Great Comet of 1811, which (who?) both figure in the poem I am working on.