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Mayfly
While she talks to me
about something i can't recall-
even moments after she's said it-
whoever she is.
I look up into the corner where
the wall meets ceiling-
where a Mayfly
sat silently observing us-
it always does sadden me to see one.
It's long skeletal legs
and tiny translucent wings
long limbed
and short lived.
Tomorrow to be swept up with
dust and dog hair and
the crumbs of yesterdays toast-
and to be
forgotten.
We are all but Mayflies-
Find your window.
about something i can't recall-
even moments after she's said it-
whoever she is.
I look up into the corner where
the wall meets ceiling-
where a Mayfly
sat silently observing us-
it always does sadden me to see one.
It's long skeletal legs
and tiny translucent wings
long limbed
and short lived.
Tomorrow to be swept up with
dust and dog hair and
the crumbs of yesterdays toast-
and to be
forgotten.
We are all but Mayflies-
Find your window.
Published 18th Oct 2012
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29th Oct 2012 11:19pm
You are hitting big topics.....
Robert Herrick. 1591–1674
248. To the Virgins, to make much of Time
GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow will be dying.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, 5
The higher he 's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he 's to setting.
That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer; 10
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.
Then be not coy, but use your time,
And while ye may, go marry:
For having lost but once your prime, 15
You may for ever tarry.
Robert Herrick. 1591–1674
248. To the Virgins, to make much of Time
GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow will be dying.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, 5
The higher he 's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he 's to setting.
That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer; 10
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.
Then be not coy, but use your time,
And while ye may, go marry:
For having lost but once your prime, 15
You may for ever tarry.
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5th Nov 2013 5:05pm
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