Once again, please let me know if there's anything you specifically are interested in hearing about on this blog; I'm happy to oblige. And hey, if I have a poem that applies, I'll post that too.
Thanks for the kind words about my last post's content. It's happy when people like my writing. Alright. Here's my poem. It speaks for itself. I wrote it in fall 2008.
There is a frustration, so much deeper
Than a missed shot
Or a stubbed toe.
There’s a deep emotion
That fills my mind
And steals my joy.
There’s no such thing
As a perfect day
Or a “best” friend.
I can’t find the way
To a glorious end,
A fulfilling search,
Or joyous days;
There is no comfort,
Save an exciting game
Or a stimulating conversation
With someone who
Really, actually, maybe,
Seems to care.
oh yes.
ReplyDeletethis one.
I still like it.
it's not a very happy thought one.
but I think it's interesting.
"Lovers and madmen have such seething brains,
ReplyDeletesuch shaping fantasies, that apprehend
more than cool reason ever comprehends.
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet
are of imagination all compact.
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold;
that is the madman. The lover, all as frantic,
sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt.
The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rollingl
doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to
heaven;
and as imagination bodies forth
the forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
turns them to shapes, and gives to aery nothing
a local habitation and a name.
Such tricks hath strong imagination,
that if it would but apprehend some joy,
it comprehends some bringer of that joy;
or in the night, imagining some fear,
how easy is a busy suppos'd a bear!"
--lines 6-22, V.i. A Midsummer Night's Dream.