Saturday, May 15, 2010

Until Creativity Resumes

I hoped you were, you felt I was,
But both of us were not.
We tried and failed and left for dead
The once proud totem Thought.

The statue shattered - fragmented -
By cold unfeeling Life
Melts, streams through mud, and poisons seas
To make our water strife.

So drink we an intoxined brew
And madly prance in throes
Of agony and bitter joy
And slow eternal woes.

7 comments:

Elphaba said...

Wow... Interesting.

Reogan said...

Why the ellipsis?

Elphaba said...

To indicate a trailing off of thought due to being unsure of what to say.

Reogan said...

Why not be sure of what to say?

Elphaba said...

With you, that sometimes isn't possible.

Reogan said...

I have no idea what you mean.

Elphaba said...

Yeah, right. :)