It has been another week, and as I sit here listening to a reading of E.A. Poe’s The Raven as read by James Earl Jones (you know you’re jealous,) I ponder the things of life and digest the delicious dinner recently consumed, wait for a text from my lovely girlfriend informing me she has finished her homework and is ready to resume the revisions of my essay, relaxing in my sweats and preparing for sleep. It is getting late, you know, and I have work early in the morning. I know not what mood I’m in, I ponder, so, I think I must be pensive.
‘Tis The Raven, I am sure,
as the raven sits upon a bust upon the frame of chamber door.
The po’m has ended,
but I still sit,
pensive now to try my wit,
as I verse and curse and poem
to the people (I don’t know them)
sitting waiting to read this entry,
still and silent, standing sentry
for my writing to the gentry,
as it loads on blog’s dark shore.
it is poetry, nothing more.
Perhaps instead of ‘pensive’ I should have said ‘inspired to write bad poetry.’ Whatever.
My essay is coming along, slow but sure. It really does need to come along more quickly. As mentioned in my previous entry, the deadline for financial adi applications is April 15, so I really need to finish this thing soon. My problem is, writing has never been a strong suit of mine. Not writing in a formal manner, I mean. I am much better with a short piece on the life of a mayfly, the sight of a river, or the sunset over the mountain. Short, descriptive essays rich in imagery and rife with poetic language. I think I’ll put one of those up soon. My short essay about a winter storm, I think, will do.
Wow. It seems I am doomed to wax poetic this evening. I shall not subject you to anymore of this. Here’s a link to a site with celebrities reading poetry. Follow it. Enjoy it.
http://speakcelebrity.tumblr.com/
‘Tis The Raven, I am sure,
as the raven sits upon a bust upon the frame of chamber door.
The po’m has ended,
but I still sit,
pensive now to try my wit,
as I verse and curse and poem
to the people (I don’t know them)
sitting waiting to read this entry,
still and silent, standing sentry
for my writing to the gentry,
as it loads on blog’s dark shore.
it is poetry, nothing more.
Perhaps instead of ‘pensive’ I should have said ‘inspired to write bad poetry.’ Whatever.
My essay is coming along, slow but sure. It really does need to come along more quickly. As mentioned in my previous entry, the deadline for financial adi applications is April 15, so I really need to finish this thing soon. My problem is, writing has never been a strong suit of mine. Not writing in a formal manner, I mean. I am much better with a short piece on the life of a mayfly, the sight of a river, or the sunset over the mountain. Short, descriptive essays rich in imagery and rife with poetic language. I think I’ll put one of those up soon. My short essay about a winter storm, I think, will do.
Wow. It seems I am doomed to wax poetic this evening. I shall not subject you to anymore of this. Here’s a link to a site with celebrities reading poetry. Follow it. Enjoy it.
http://speakcelebrity.tumblr.com/
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