From the archives – Ottava Rima

I do not have a poem to say today,
Appalling how thoughts sometimes hit a wall:
The words don’t seem to flow, a sad cliché
That accurately spells with great recall
My present state where words have gone astray,
Imagination covered by a pall.
But just as long as ink is in my pen,
I’ll find my Muse and write a poem again.


Author: Raymond Maxwell Librarian and archivist-in-training, retired foreign service officer and former naval officer.

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