tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519638191408360845.post3029059620935605540..comments2024-01-01T21:19:43.721+13:00Comments on THE LAST VISIBLE DOG: Poetic Thoughts of AutumnKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12453125929159161583noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519638191408360845.post-50924232048303807742010-05-30T12:15:12.391+12:002010-05-30T12:15:12.391+12:00Gasp, you mean you were being nice YP?
Good-oh...Gasp, you mean you were being nice YP? <br /><br /><br />Good-oh. Well, I take it all back and I will continue to wreck famous poetry after all.Katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12453125929159161583noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519638191408360845.post-77137755639224697172010-05-30T11:57:22.854+12:002010-05-30T11:57:22.854+12:00Whoa! Who rattled your cage Katherine? In using th...Whoa! Who rattled your cage Katherine? In using the quote from Tennyson, I was more thinking of your previous post in which you noticed Nature amongst the "sickly forms" of the city and in this post your pictures mostly celebrate Nature's bounty.Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519638191408360845.post-16692516926688860382010-05-30T08:45:33.287+12:002010-05-30T08:45:33.287+12:00Robert! What a fantastic poem! And not stolen ei...Robert! What a fantastic poem! And not stolen either! Wow. I wish I had been on that trip, too.<br /><br />GB, sorry, I was just being clever too. Your motive was pure. There probably are too many 'he's' in literature, so to speak. It's never bothered me overmuch. The he/she proviso seems somewhat clumsy I think. We should invent a new personal pronoun to cover both/either. How about "s'he"?<br /><br />YP. If ye suggest I am sickly to have plagiarised and wrought subsequent mutilation and desecration to the good lord Alfred's work, then I stand chastened, vilified and humbled in the full knowledge of my transgression and will endeavour never to duplicate this occurrence again.Katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12453125929159161583noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519638191408360845.post-56502971860105529142010-05-30T02:07:54.804+12:002010-05-30T02:07:54.804+12:00Cursed be the sickly forms that err from honest Na...Cursed be the sickly forms that err from honest Nature's rule!Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519638191408360845.post-38172701777896996612010-05-30T01:57:40.740+12:002010-05-30T01:57:40.740+12:00Serves me right for being 'clever'. I did...Serves me right for being 'clever'. I didn't actually bother to look. In fact I didn't think of looking which was very silly of me because if I had looked and enlarged it I would have known. I was just making the point that I don't always assume the male gender when referring to something. The best laid plans....Graham Edwardshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11196744947133121475noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519638191408360845.post-81461445639221841642010-05-30T00:00:23.066+12:002010-05-30T00:00:23.066+12:00You take the most amazing photos. I can't see...You take the most amazing photos. I can't seem to be able to do that. But I did write this unrhymed poem six years ago (not exactly <i>Locksley Hall</i>, but still...):<br /><br /><b>October 25, 2004<br />by Robert H. Brague</b><br /><br />Our friend Carolyn came over for lunch<br />And as we finished at the table<br />Someone said, "Let's go for a ride!"<br />So into the car we piled,<br />Like children giddy with anticipation,<br />Not knowing where we were going<br />But eager to be having an adventure;<br />And someone said, "Where shall we go?"<br />And we said, "We don't know!"<br />And someone else said, "Name a direction!"<br />And because the fall thus far at home<br />Had been drab and disappointing,<br />We headed north toward the mountains, laughing.<br /><br />Five hours later we returned,<br />Tired but invigorated,<br />Having been to Helen and Unicoi Gap<br />And Hiawassee and Lake Chatuge,<br />Making all of the hairpin turns<br />And ascending, always ascending, until<br />We crested and began to descend<br />Through another set of hairpin turns,<br />And all the while we oohed and ahhed<br />And said how glad we were that we had come,<br />Drinking in the brilliant reds, the dazzling yellows,<br />The shocking oranges of autumn, the mountains ablaze<br />Against a clear blue sky.rhymeswithplaguehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10870439618129001633noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519638191408360845.post-7810318184885097352010-05-29T21:32:28.309+12:002010-05-29T21:32:28.309+12:00Indeed, GB. But in winter they are possibly subli...Indeed, GB. But in winter they are possibly sublimated somewhat to Rugby. As in 'Not tonight Josephine, I've got a big game on tomorrow'.<br /><br />My monarch was indeed late. But it was a he not a she. Thinner vein lines and a black spot on each hind-wing = male.<br /><br />'Nesh' - what a wonderful word. I looked it up and wiki says there is no synonym for it. I learned something today! Thank you!Katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12453125929159161583noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519638191408360845.post-72826400228592544472010-05-29T19:09:53.752+12:002010-05-29T19:09:53.752+12:00Not just in the Spring I think do young men's ...Not <i>just</i> in the Spring I think do young men's fancies lightly turn to love. <br /><br />Your Monarch was out rather late wasn't she?<br /><br />That's made me feel chilly. Or perhaps it's the fact that it's a few days from June and still sub 10 deg here in the Hebrides. I cannot recall it being so chilly. I must be getting nesh.Graham Edwardshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11196744947133121475noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519638191408360845.post-57503349628964490692010-05-29T14:04:04.671+12:002010-05-29T14:04:04.671+12:00"... Here about the beach I wander'd, nou..."... Here about the beach I wander'd, nourishing a youth sublime<br />With the fairy tales of science, and the long result of Time;<br />When the centuries behind me like a fruitful land reposed;<br />When I clung to all the present for the promise that it closed:<br />When I dipt into the future far as human eye could see;<br />Saw the Vision of the world and all the wonder that would be.--<br />In the Spring a fuller crimson comes upon the robin's breast;<br />In the Spring the wanton lapwing gets himself another crest;<br />In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove;<br />In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love."Katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12453125929159161583noreply@blogger.com