I could never get back up when the future starts so slow

[sovay]

In order to make my doctor's appointment this morning, I slept about an hour last night. I am very proud of myself for keeping both eyes open and focused at the same distance throughout. Afterward I met my mother for lox and bagels at S&S, dropped by the library to request some novels, and came home intending to use the afternoon to write about at least one of the three movies I've seen since last weekend, but instead I passed out for four hours solid. That's more sleep than I've gotten some nights this week, so even though it makes me feel I've done nothing with my brain all day, honestly I'll take it.

Yesterday, as rushthatspeaks and I passed the Somerville Community Growing Center, we saw a pair of musicians with guitar and accordion leading an audience of children and parents/adults in a chorus of "Wild Mountain Thyme." The weather has been nice and all, but that's how I believe we have a solstice coming.

I know I have very particular tastes, but I expect more from a poem titled "In the Drowned Bookshop."

Comments

[sovay]

this poem written by Jacob Polley for the bookshop in Cockermouth.

Oh, that's wonderful. I am reminded of this poem in turn.

[shewhomust.livejournal.com]

I've only just followed that link (now that I'm back at my real computer and not messing with webmail). Nice, and you can't have too many 'lost rivers' poems - though for my money, U. A. Fanthorpe wrote the definitive one.

[sovay]

you can't have too many 'lost rivers' poems - though for my money, U. A. Fanthorpe wrote the definitive one.

Yes! That was the first poem I read of hers and I love it.