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| Today one month ago I was given some interesting books, an external hard disc, some sweets, quite a few good wishes and words of thankfulness. I smilingly took the wishes, and the thanks, at five minutes to midnight raised a pint of plain and murmured to myself: Herewith I declare the party opened: Happy birthday, Sean. Slàinte. Drank the pint, went to sleep for about three hours and haven't since opened one of the books above. It's been an eventful new year, so far. I shall not complain. :) I only wish I could fly like the time. |
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Time flies
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Half eleven? A box of "After Eights"? Oh... the possibilities to go wild and defy convention and propriety. Go for it Sean. Be bold.
ReplyDeleteAlthough... Reason tells me it is always after eight. So no rules to break at all then? No fun
ReplyDeleteHappy belated birthday.
ReplyDeleteTime does fly by to fast, I can never keep up with it these days...
Already a month? You don't look a day older, dear Sean. Be well, friend. :)
ReplyDeleteBelated best wishes, Sean!
ReplyDeleteWell, Don QuiScottie,
ReplyDeleteexcept for the very moment it's always before eight, too, isn't it?
CherryPie,
thank you. :)
Claude,
so, who was this man I saw in the mirror, this morning? :)
Dank je wel, Bertus.
You keep mirrors in your house, Sean? :)
ReplyDeleteWell, actually, the ladies of the house do. :)
ReplyDeleteLast paragraph of one of Claude's poems, "She is not a vain woman..."
ReplyDeleteShe never looked in a mirror until now
and she laughs
for having believed once that wrinkles
bring forth wisdom and peace
If it's true (she asks)
can you explain her futile tears, and why
she keeps mirrors in her house?
CPG 1970
Yes...Ladies do that! :-)
ReplyDeleteAs I would not become a 'facebooker', and thus shall not be able to read your blog, I do ask, Claude: Are you posting your poems on your blog,?
ReplyDeleteI hope you do, as some of those I had the privilege to read, are just wonderful. Great thoughts, great poetry. Thank you.
Thanks for your praise, Sean. You're very kind.:)
ReplyDeleteFacebook is not really a blog. And my posts (except for family photos) are not very personal. I usually borrow things from other places. But, as some of my friends are not English born, I did put (as I had done here),"The Moonlight is Speechless." It emphasizes that words are not essential for love and understanding. Very few people read it and clicked on "Like". But son Martin, who read the poem for the first time, thought it was splendid. Grandchildren are still too young for this, of course. I doubt I will put more poems on FB.
... so why not put the 'speechless moonlight' on Omnium?
ReplyDeleteSame goes for all your other poems, Claude.
You are very welcome.
It's a deal!:)
ReplyDeleteTetrapilotomos and I would feel privileged. :)
ReplyDeleteSo let your poems flow, Mylady. :)