Steamy!!.................Cuff this woman, take her downtown and book her!.....

Thankies.
I liked your 'Dirty Laundry' :-)

(((S)))

then I screamed BLOODY HELL
when the alarm went off.

Ewwie, I like the new smiley picure
you are using.
Who is it?

Well it certainly was not the guy who read my funny post... becuase you took it down

I do not write poems too often but I do read them. My favorite is probably Robert Frost. Though I did like Emily Dickenson(the one about the fly) and Anne Sexton (Starry Night) as well. Have you ever read these before?

"Starry Night"....Anne Sexton

The town does not exist
except where one black-haired tree slips
up like a drowned woman into the hot sky.
The town is silent. The night boils with eleven stars.
Oh starry starry night! This is how
I want to die.

It moves. They are all alive.
Even the moon bulges in its orange irons
to push children, like a god, from its eye.
The old unseen serpent swallows up the stars.
Oh starry starry night! This is how
I want to die:

into that rushing beast of the night,
sucked up by that great dragon, to split
from my life with no flag,
no belly,
no cry.

Yes, I read both often....

I heard a Fly buzz
by Emily Dickinson

I heard a Fly buzz – when I died –
The Stillness in the Room
Was like the Stillness in the Air –
Between the Heaves of Storm –

The Eyes around – had wrung them dry –
And Breaths were gathering firm
For that last Onset – when the King
Be witnessed – in the Room –

I willed my Keepsakes – Signed away
What portions of me be
Assignable – and then it was
There interposed a Fly –

With Blue – uncertain stumbling Buzz –
Between the light – and me –
And then the Windows failed – and then
I could not see to see –

I did my report on it. It actually has a lot to do with death. Hence, the bulging orange moon pushing children from its eye. Becuase they are too young to die... And the painting starry night (which it is based upon) the tree does kind of look like a woman with her hair being sucked up towards the sky. At least that is what I got from my analyiss I am pretty sure i am right though. I am often.

What I got from Sexton's Starry Night.....

As with life, death lives.....Calm, violent, beautiful....Turning, turning....always turning...

And last...a Universal favorite by Frost....

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Yes and a clip from afer apple picking was another favorite of mine. I also like Emily Dickenson's (soemthing to do witht a fly) that used an allegory of a fly to represent an insect at the willing away of belongings.

No, not the willing away of belongings as material...the willing away of life as in dying (what portions of "me")....last memory as death came was of the fly, specifically the buzzing just before the end...the allegory is the fly as the grim reaper...

You could be right...either way I was close on my anaylsis. But you are forgetting something that would fall in favor of my analysis. The fly let out a stumbling buzz during the willing away. Not saying your wrong...you could be right. This is my own personal analysis..s o it could definetly not be 100% accurate. I am right on awful lot though

Nice new pic by the way(or at least it was different than when I saw it). My camera broke LoL Could be a bad sign.. Ill have to get another one to replace it.

There is an easy way to find out...many web-site's tell you flat out the meaning... I have never been to one and read analysis (I do it all myself) the only one that I have read is the Tyger, Just to check if I was right.

The absolute beauty of poetry is it inspires different meaning to different people for various reasons and can even change meaning "A" person reading it depending on mood and circumstances at the time it is read....I interpreted the stumbling buzz as the final death rattle....which always accompanies death, always...

Thanks, about the pic!

This is classic.. I found it looking for Emilys meaning...

For literal-minded readers, a dead narrator speaking about her death presents a problem, perhaps an unsurmountable problem. How can a dead woman be speaking?

Literal minded people should stick with non fiction.....poetry is "Painting" a picture with words, word play...

FOund this.... Pretty close to what we both said actually ....


Dickinson’s speaker succeeds in willing away her objects, but she is distracted by the idea that not all of her is “assignable”—presumably, this unassignable part being her spirit or soul. Just as she has this thought, and thus is likely close to seeing “the light” and announcing that “the King/Be witnessed – in the Room –,“ she is interrupted by the fly. This fly, which reminds us of the most physical aspects of death, the rotting and decomposition of the corpse, stands between the speaker and the spiritual “light.” While physicality distracts the speaker from a final revelation, however, the poem does not say that all hope should be lost, for the speaker’s very ability to write this poem means that there is an afterlife, after all.