Dying Between Time's Walls

Thank you so much for your review E.R., and for such lovely comments. That trpping line was one I was trying to use to say that inactivity makes us count the minutes almost as if we were metronomes "keeping time", so to speak. Especially when we'd love to give it away more than anything else. But it might not be working. I know this whole poem is written in a strange rhythm- I actually do write in rhyme and in genuine free verse but at times I do this quasi-slant-meter thing and I don't know why, except that to my ear it gives the poem a sense of structure or a skeleton for the limbs to reach from. Does that make sense? Your idea of a poet's workshop sounds like heaven. I've never experienced anything like that. Maybe someday...Thank you, again. Yours, Catherine