Sitting beneath this willow
My chosen place of retreat,
My mind was open--ready to create.
But somehow when I long for a gift
It is most unwilling to be given
And soon I must be content
With rustling wind and a pink hair ribbon.
There is a time for every purpose--
This is a good and right decree,
But when I am wanting something I cannot see,
It most often remains elusive.
And as I was despairing of ever gaining a prize,
Inspiration sweet being withheld from my eyes,
I looked back up my page and found--not empty words,
But the very thing coveted--gold.
Sunday, May 29, 2005
The pangs or perhaps joys, of a petty poet
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I apologise for the recent influx of poetry that has dominated my site. Hopefully all of you who don't enjoy such things will soon be gratified by a post of a non-verse nature. Have a lovely day!
I love all of your poetry!! Please don't stop writing it. Okay about the post. At least you have a talent for writing. I mean come on now some of us really don't have that kind of talent. I can think of storys but I never write them down. I guess I'm just lazy.
OH, it's LOVELY, Bek.
You are such an artist when you paint mental pictures as in the first section.
I'm quite confused over the last two lines. Would you mind explaining them?
What's up w/our bit of cyberspace over on Feminine Frills? It's...very buddhist...if you check it out.
I can't get into Feminine Frills at the moment but I will try again later.
Uuuummmmm...interesting. Its very inspiring actually. I could just drift off into the cyber-atmosphere...
Super weird--I'll ask Mark what's up.
Do not, repeat, DO NOT tell me if there was a technical error and we lost everything. I might become very...disagreeable.
hey Bek
how do you get to that quiz you were talking about that tells you how old you fell or somethinglioke that. You can either answer me here or on my blog.:) see you tommorow. till then......
Hey cellochick no worrys. I think its just my computer. Sometimes I can't get into Marks blog. And almost always I can't get into Rebekahs comment thing until someone else has posted a comment. So please do not become "very disagreeable."
hey beka I got on fem frills today so I don't know if you changed something or it just started working again?????
Yeah, I had to republish the entire blog and then it decided to feel all better. Toodles!
I finally got into Feminine Frills. Yay!! Very nice you guys. (or in your case girls). Hey Rebecca come to by blog and come see if you can figure out my riddle before I give you the clue. Bet you can't!!! ;)
Okay EJ, here's the scoop:
I'm jotting down (supposedly) meaningless notes/thoughts about nothing in particular, hoping that somehow, the light bulb will turn on, or the angels will send a message. I'm just about to give up, when I look back at what I have written. And Jumping Junipers! It not only makes sense, it also has developed into something really worth reading!
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