On Seeing An Unexpected Online Presence
Much have I dreamt in the days of old,
And many goodly poems and stories written;
Now by absence of a muse sorely smitten
with unspun dreams and stories untold.
Sometimes my wide expanse I’d behold
and rue the lost emotion that ruled my demesne;
Yet did I continue in vegetation serene
until by some chance did her glimpse unfold.
Then felt I like some astrologer wise
When Ophiuchius swims into his ken;
Or like stout housewife when with eagle eyes
she star'd at new series— and then
I look'd in the mirror with wild surmise —
He still lives, that gent within.
Rusty, but still. Also, profound apologies.
How you been, Caff? Been so long.
D
Posted by
Anonymous |
March 07, 2011 9:23 PM
Neekie ?
Posted by
?! |
March 07, 2011 9:24 PM
How are you? Mail!
Posted by
neha vish |
March 09, 2011 2:50 AM
Oi!!!!!!!
-Ph
Posted by
Anonymous |
April 06, 2011 5:54 AM
Nice!
Posted by
p |
April 06, 2011 1:09 PM
Cool lyrics. They reflect life from a special point of view. Do you think that this lyrics could make a song?
Posted by
Denisa |
April 06, 2011 2:48 PM
EnnV: Did
Nonnymous : Sheesh man, its Ph! : )
P: Will get better, opefully : ) Danke Schon
Denisa : Forgive me for being suspicious, but I don't think you actually love me.
Posted by
?! |
April 07, 2011 6:44 AM
love it.
Posted by
Anonymous |
April 20, 2011 5:16 PM
Anon1 - Deleted your comment ... I think there are other means to discuss, if you wish. But that was an unexpected stab.
Anon2 - Thanks.
Posted by
?! |
July 12, 2011 8:01 PM
rusty for sure.. long time after the last.. i can't get my finger on it.. but something in it is touching.. something poignant.... that surely comes from the heart
Posted by
Anonymous |
December 21, 2011 6:21 PM