Saturday, September 5, 2009


as the world flows by
I wonder what my fate will be,
if I look away

8 comments:

nobody said...

This is narcissus by Waterhouse. It's actually cropped. The full picture is of Narcissus and Echo and can be seen here.

Skye said...

Looking at myself,
I could die of thirst because
I'm so pretty!
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Sorry I haven't been around Nobody, life's been rather busy and hectic :)

Anonymous said...

From Belgium

Just for once stuff 5-7-5, this is poetry. Not original of course, filched from P B Shelley.

Then the pied wind-flowers and the tulip tall,
And narcissi, the fairest among them all,
Who gaze on their eyes in the stream's recess,
Till they die of their own dear loveliness.

nobody said...

Hullo Skye, ha ha ha, that was a cracker.

Thanks FB, I liked that a lot. And I like how the words at the end rhyme with each other. I didn't know you could do that. It's kind of weird but fun.

Anonymous said...

From Belgium

Maybe I could give that a shot, huh, you never know, it could catch on. Blank verse is what Rita from Educating Rita referred to as getting the rhyme wrong but what is a philistine like me to know of such cultured things?

Btw please excuse me if the words grandmother and eggs come into juxtaposition but the Shelley came from a poem called The Sensitive Plant and is more about human philosophical attitudes than about gardening. If you can’t take all of it, it is worth cutting straight to the conclusion.

http://www.kalliope.org/digt.pl?longdid=shelley2003060601

nobody said...

as the world flows by
I wonder what my fate will be,
if I look away

john said...

seeing sight reversed.
beauty faded in the sun.
floats like an old leaf.

Penny said...

OH, god look at me
Is that a wrinkle I see?
A grey hair, beware!