whimsy
So here I am, at work, writing up a qualitative paper summary on a powerpoint on attracting US$3 billion Foreign Direct Investment to the Philippines. Yes, tedium. Except suddenly I want to write a poem and I am neither premenstrual or particularly self-pitying (my usual preconditions for waxing poetic) but the lines sort of wrote themselves anyway. They're rather silly and singsongy, satisfying more a whim than a woe.
Do not lie with your sleep-crowded eyes;
for a dream in the wake is worth two in the sleeping.
And though a star may be bright against a lidless night
a fading firefly isn't worth keeping.
Do not descend like a queen or decree like a king
Or do what the next man can't
There is much to be learned from the pattern on ferns,
And the green load on tiny red ants.
That was fun to write. Least this decaying husk of a blog is now updated.
Also, I can't stop listening to French music. I suppose this would qualify as another development in my recently-acquired and often self-mocking pretentiousness. But Alizee's lyrics are so beautiful I can't help it! This one song is about toys coming to life. Awesome.
Kay, back to Tedium mode.
Do not lie with your sleep-crowded eyes;
for a dream in the wake is worth two in the sleeping.
And though a star may be bright against a lidless night
a fading firefly isn't worth keeping.
Do not descend like a queen or decree like a king
Or do what the next man can't
There is much to be learned from the pattern on ferns,
And the green load on tiny red ants.
That was fun to write. Least this decaying husk of a blog is now updated.
Also, I can't stop listening to French music. I suppose this would qualify as another development in my recently-acquired and often self-mocking pretentiousness. But Alizee's lyrics are so beautiful I can't help it! This one song is about toys coming to life. Awesome.
Kay, back to Tedium mode.