This is generally about my angst at having writters block for about three weeks whilst having all my ideas on paper for a poem that i've been working on for about a month, and not being able to make a start writting it, because i just cant penetrate it! anyway...this is called day, its also influenced by the work of Heiter Villa-Lobos classical composer and latin american classical guitarist. its kept me going this week. It reminds me the 1950's i wrote it with that in mind... anyway, all comment good and bad is always welcome. im unsure about the finishing of it, but it can be worked on Day The skylark gave no call No glance into the abyss No aching change No call to sepia soaked dew. The Morning light shines no expression No dazed vision No skylark tune No Latin upheaval. And only the evening Rejoices in the death of day.
