I hope you have recovered, and are feeling better by now! :) (I know what it's like to be de-railed by a chronic physical condition) Where have you been? I wanted to tell you how much I have loved.... Scratch that... *LOVED* reading your journal, you are hilarious! I've read this whole thing in like around 4-5 hours! :D Theres ups, and downs, tears, laughter, everything! I love your writing style, it's fabulous! :D Please come back! I hope your grandmother is doing well, I miss both of mine, didn't truly know what I had til they were gone, and they (actually all three of my remaining grandparents) died within 8 months of each other... So it's definitely good to not take them for granted...
I am also liking your poetry, I usually don't like poetry (@ least when I was in school) but I like what you have posted! I guess it's b/c I can't always understand it, don't know why, but I don't, yours are easier though... I have, however always loved to read books...... when I was a child, because of insomnia, and I still do this (it's 2am now), just with my iPad, I would read at least a book a night, most of the time, it would be two! So, good luck with starting that novel! My dad has written about four, maybe five (published, not sure how many r 'waiting in the wings' so to speak) the last one was/is "based on my (his daughter- i.e ME) summer adventures at the beach" (Boats, Bars, & Beaches!) Lmao So, if ur looking to torture your daughter... Lol j/k I hope everything is going well for you right now! :D
Lots to catch up on. To start with: hi, everyone! I'll make a proper post a bit later, but since you've all been denied my poety posts for so long, I thought I'd splash some wordy goodness around. :)
by G.K. Chesterton
Dark the sea was: but I saw him,
One great head with goggle eyes,
Like a diabolic cherub
Flying in those fallen skies.
I have heard the hoarse deniers,
I have known the wordy wars;
I have seen a man, by shouting,
Seek to orphan all the stars.
I have seen a fool half-fashioned
Borrow from the heavens a tongue,
So to curse them more at leisure—
—And I trod him not as dung.
For I saw that finny goblin
Hidden in the abyss untrod;
And I knew there can be laughter
On the secret face of God.
Blow the trumpets, crown the sages,
Bring the age by reason fed!
(He that sitteth in the heavens,
‘He shall laugh’—the prophet said.)
From 'Paradise Lost', Book Seven
by John Milton
Forthwith the sounds and seas, each creek and bay,
With fry innumerable swarm, and shoals
Of fish that with their fins, and shining scales,
Glide under the green wave, in sculls that oft
Bank the mid sea: part single, or with mate,
Graze the sea-weed their pasture, and through groves
Of coral stray; or, sporting with quick glance,
Show to the sun their waved coats dropt with gold;
Or, in their pearly shells at ease, attend
Moist nutriment; or under rocks their food
In jointed armour watch: on smooth the seal
And bended dolphins play: part huge of bulk
Wallowing unwieldy, enormous in their gait,
Tempest the ocean: there leviathan,
Hugest of living creatures, on the deep
Stretched like a promontory sleeps or swims,
And seems a moving land; and at his gills
Draws in, and at his trunk spouts out, a sea.
by Robert Service
Oh you who are shy of the popular eye,
(Though most of us seek to survive it)
Just think of the goldfish who wanted to die
Because she could never be private.
There are pebbles and reeds for aquarium needs
Of eel and of pike who are bold fish;
But who gives a thought to a sheltering spot
For the sensitive soul of a goldfish?
So the poor little thing swam around in a ring,
In a globe of a crystalline crudity;
Swam round and swam round, but no refuge she found
From the public display of her nudity;
No weedy retreat for a cloister discreet,
From the eye of the mob to exempt her;
Can you wonder she paled, and her appetite failed,
Till even a fly couldn’t tempt her?
I watched with dismay as she faded away;
Each day she grew slimmer and slimmer.
From an amber hat burned, to a silver she turned
Then swiftly was dimmer and dimmer.
No longer she gleamed, like a spectre she seemed,
One morning I anxiously sought her:
I only could stare—she no longer was there . . .
She’d simply dissolved in the water.
So when you behold bright fishes of gold,
In globes of immaculate purity;
Just think how they’d be more contented and free
If you gave them a little obscurity.
And you who make laws, get busy because
You can brighten he lives of untold fish,
If its sadness you note, and a measure promote
To Ensure Private Life For The Goldfish.
I was so just talking about you the other day with someone from another forum who I was selling some fish to.
I was saying about how it is a worry when people who are really active on forums suddenly don't come online for ages. You were the example I used because I hadn't see you on here for quite some time and was hoping nothing serious was going on.