I used to be prolific.  I used to be able to write things down.  At the time I thought it might even be philosophy.  I might have even thought it might be important one day.  I haven't been prolific lately.  I haven't had the urge to write down what was going on inside my head.  It may be that there hasn't been a whole lot going on up there lately.  When I was prolific, there had been much going on.  There had been the injury, the illness, the love, the loss.....The truth is, there hasn't been much of that going on in the last couple of years.

Not much poetry arises out of the bland.

Later

Deaner