Can't thinkBrain numb
Inspiration won't come
Weather's bleah
All grey
Need some sun to want to play
Job's crap
What's my goal
Seems I'm stuck in a deep dark hole
Family, well
That's OK
Something at least is goin' my way
Can't think
Brain dead
Inanity trundles through my head
* I can't help but find it somewhat creepy how Will's head somehow seems to not be attached to his body, like it's been lopped off and then balanced on his collar...
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22 comments:
Might I suggest lil sister to not quite your day job to become a poet... the sentiments I can relate to bu the rhyme scheme just doesn't cut it and if you want to emulate Willy you should have written it in Iambic pentameter.
By Jove: you're a poet and you don't even know it.
Great poem, but don't lose your head.
You are without inspiration and yet you are writing poetry?
That drawing of Shakespeare reminded me of Nearly Headless Nick on Harry Potter.
Even though ol' Willy mußt be spinning in his grave, I thought it was quite amusing!
Brava!
Cripes! You were writing about me? My brain's so soggy I can't even finish the crossword.
Blech! Thanks for ruining the Shakespeare picture for me. Not that he was much of a hottie back when I thought his head was attached, mind you.
A new Bard is born!
BB - that's what insomnia gets you. These days I always spend lots of time awake - but not functional by any stretch of the imagination. And I omitted the stanza on sleeplessness: Can,t sleep, wide awake.... Are you thrilled I don't think I'm a poet?
Mr Jazz - Thankfully I don't know about my poetic-icity...
Geewits - LOL let's just say I don't intend to quit my day job.
SAW - Calling it poetry is stretching it. Far. Maybe this drawing was the inspiration for Nick.
Rachel - glad to amuse
Mary - Gotta love winter
Ev - it's totally freakish isn't it?
DD - Hopefully not!
I see this on an art journal page !!
*grins*
Great little poem for a gray day mood. Will's head looks like it was pasted onto his body. I know that feeling sometimes.
So you need a change? Like coming to live in Duluth while nice Duluthians live in your place?
Kidding. I wouldn't want to hit Montreal ever w/o you being there.
Sorry for the blahs. Could you drink more?
Nice poem and have to agree with you on the photo!
Awesome! It's kind of like an extended haiku with angst!
It's a fine poem. These ruff collars were first added to the Elizabethan's wardrobe as a way of keeping their clothing clean from all the hair crap they used, lye-based face powders (which was very damaging to fabric) and food bits falling down when they ate.
Fine bit of versification, dear, even if you do feel your brain is dead.
Okay that was too catchy - dangerously close to ear worm territory.
A masterpiece of wistful despair! I too have noticed that inanity tends to trundle.
That collar looks as though it could slice off a head. Will's noggin is probably kept in place with laundry starch.
Lhia - feel free to use it
Gaelyn - LOL
Joce - I can always drink more. Come to Montreal. Y'all have French AND winter sports!
ED - Actually it's really bad poetry
WM - LOL
Omniscient XUP - those ruffs must've been repulsive
Ian - My brain is not only dead, it's run away with my get up and go. They've gotten up and gone.
TT - I know, annoying isn't it?
Jeaux - it is a nasty looking collar isn't it?
I can't see the pic, but I think the poem's fine. And I think those ruffs were just the Elizabethan fore-runners of the U-shaped airplane pillows that you see people wearing on long trips so that they can nap sitting up. I bet ol' Will used to nap sitting at his desk when he got tired.
Green frog
Good words
Brought the joy to blogging nerds!
you know, i am glad i'm not the only one who thinks shakespeare looks decapitated here.
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