The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep
The woods are lovely, dark and deep:
The forests I explore at night
While sniffing truffles like a pig,
Rutting for morsels ripe to write.
If only life would leave me be
To plant these bulbs and watch them bloom
But I have promises to keep,
And must cuckold my writing-room.
The soil is loamy, dark and deep.
I work it so my soul to keep
For I have winter bulbs to reap
And miles to till before I sleep.
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Comments: 21
Kermit singing somewhere said.
Sagan's cloud meanders by,
Sesame Bagels! I reply.
I can't remember his song well enough, but I liked your entry. May all of us in need of time follow their Dreams to Fruition. Otherwise, Daffy Duck's old song would be good. I can't remember that at the moment, but I remember he was far off course.
"Until Next Time", "Be Kind".
Daniel
You may have found my comment a bit off the wall, but it was an attempt of a bit of facetious levity; as a child might say it.
I hope all is well. I wrote you earlier, but I don't know if you found my friend request. A request from you popped up, then disappeared, so I thought it might be just another Gather glitch.
:>) ? Daniel
must dig deep
work hard to reap
both food and verses to thrive and keep
a satisfied soul
Much admiration for this writer's poem, Doug.
I, too, would like to read more.
I agree with John in that the use of a very familiar work helps your reader to follow your poem's arc.
This deviates significantly from what I understand glossa poetry to be, which I say in observation, not judgment. I'll say more once I've researched the form more, but for now, I thought the borrowed text needed to be at the end of the stanza.
Since we are all learners here and this form in particular is open to interpretation, I think it's good to point out the detours others take. I hope I can do so without offending.