You know why? Because, this is the year of HAPPY, and I'm going to be happy damn it, even if it kills me.
Ummm this wasn't my original blogging intent. I wanted to talk about poetry. I wanted you, those of you who are still here (ha ha), to share your favorite poem with me, if you have a favorite poem.
Following is a poem I like by Robert Frost which seems fitting for today's unintentionally snarky blog post, my desire to return this season back to ole Father Winter and my internal "whither" wail.
Reluctance
Out through the fields and the woods
Out through the fields and the woods
And over the walls I have wended;
I have climbed the hills of view
And looked at the world and descended;
I have come by the highway home,
And lo, it is ended.
The leaves are all dead on the ground,
The leaves are all dead on the ground,
Save those that the oak is keeping
To ravel them one by one
And let them go scraping and creeping
Out over the crusted snow,
When others are sleeping.
And the dead leaves lie huddled and still,
No longer blown hither and thither;
The last lone aster is gone;
The flowers of the witch-hazel wither;
The flowers of the witch-hazel wither;
The heart is still aching to seek,
But the feet question 'Whither?'
Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?
Robert Frost.
Don't you just love when a poem and you bump elbows?
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Ha, I do like poetry except for the ones that are written in really old english. I can't understand those! This robert frost one of yours is pretty cool. I do have a poem somewhere. I'll look for it and come back to you!
ReplyDeleteAs for your follower... pshaw on them. Yesterday I saw I lost one follower. But then a couple hours later, another follower showed up. Not sure if its the same person or not.
Like they always say... when God closes a door, he opens a window. So, a follower leaving is not necessarily a bad thing. Although it would chuff my hide anyhow.
Hi- sorry to have missed all your later posts - I've been sick as a dog for the past 10-11 days and only just now starting to feel better.
ReplyDeleteI've missed you - when the Nyquil wears off I'll think of a favorite poem... right now it would be a hallucinatory one...
Or maybe:
That Sam-I-Am! That Sam-I-Am!
I do not like that Sam-I-Am!
Do you like green eggs and ham?
I do not like them Sam-I-Am.
I do not like green eggs and ham.
Would you like them here or there?
I would not like them here or there.
I would not like them anywhere.
I do not like green eggs and ham.
I do not like them Sam-I-Am.
*laugh* at Intense Guy
ReplyDeleteHere is a poem I had in mind...
Looking beyond Anger
Into the dreams of Fantasy
Into the realms of Life
Into the lust for knowledge
Into the dust of forgiveness
Into the tomb of the heart
Set into the bomb of time
You forgive and forget
But the heart holds the memories
Nothing is naught
Yet a phantom is near
And once the heart is combed
A holocaust is created
And the phantom is set free...
It doesn't make a lot of sense to many people, but I get it perfectly. Er... because its mine.
@Iggy -- Love it!!! LOL. I'm sorry you feel badly Iggy. I've missed your posts, and was on the verge of sending you e-mail. I'm glad to know that you are on the mend!
ReplyDelete@Aunty -- Thanks for sharing! I love it! I soooo enjoy poetry, especially poems that allow me a glimpse of the writer. I know what you mean about some people not getting it. People don't always get mine either, but like you, I am totally intimate with my own poetry.
I don't think I've ever bumped elbows with a poem. Maybe if I ever read one I might have. I do like limericks, though. Of all my followers, maybe a forth actually read me stuff and I follow about that many, too. I have them dropping off and new ones coming on all the time. I know my site is not for many people, but I have never last a second of sleep over one leaving. Their loss, I figure.
ReplyDelete@Coffeypot -- yeah, I've lived long enough to embrace "easy come, easy go." There's no sweat to knock off my brow. I mostly interact with those bloggers that I find most down to earth and relatable. I appreciate whoever finds me relatable and respect those who don't. I was really just letting my snarky side have a turn. As for poetry, I love its complex simplicity, and I know there is poetry out there that would most assuredly love to bump elbows with you!
ReplyDeleteI have shared my poem with you in the form of a blog on an otherwise blogless day.
ReplyDeleteI wrote this "poem" back a few years ago... its not very good - and its not as well expressed as Auntie's... but it's my elbow.
ReplyDeletehttp://www.mousleyconsulting.com/karl/stories/wrongrainbow.htm