I've been struck, suddenly, by a bout of insomnia -- Just spent the last couple of hours updating my other blog, which, as some of you are aware, had been set aside exclusively for my poetry. Before today, there were a grand total of TEN poems on that site but after my much-needed update, I think there are now slightly more than twenty.
Is that alot? -- you might ask. Considering the fact that I've been writing (on and off) for the last three years or so, I don't think so. It's definitely waaaay too few for my liking. Honestly though, I'm still searching for my (elusive) voice and lately, Sylvia Plath's work has been helping me to focus my inner energies towards that direction. Well, sort of lah, if you get what I mean. However, someone in the know had advised me to stay away from Plath; she will suck me right in (he warned)... but it's already too late. I've been drawn in (by her voice) as a moth is attracted to the warm glow of a flame. There is no salvation...
