Saturday, May 11, 2002

My God sent broken ship

There is this poem that I have been trying to write for two years. I wrote it and subsequently lost it. I cannot write it again because I already used up the words that inspiration gave to me. I received my inspiration at work of all places and quickly scribbled the poem on a piece of scratch paper. It was such a great poem. I got this idea to write about this hermit who is sent this broken ship to work on and sail away. He decides not to work on it after all and dies alone on the shore of which everyone else had departed from. He tells you his regrets from his grave. How could I let myself lose it?