Why I am not a poet.

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,

And a small cabin built there, of clay and wattles made;

Although I'm not entirely clear on what wattles are,

It just seems like a fun idea, me in a bee-loud glade

Nine bean rows will I have there –wait, what's with all the bees?

And nine rows seems like a lot, when three will probably do just fine

I mean, it's only me, am I right, and here a rhyming word would be "peas"

Although I'm not planting peas. Maybe some cilantro.

On second thought I'll go in a minute, in a little while I'll go to Innisfree

As soon as I do that other stuff I have to do.

I have to make some calls.

***

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 got sort of dark and weird with this undergrowth

Then checked out the other, which seemed just as fair

And now that I thought about it, had perhaps the better claim

Because it was grassy and wanted wear

But as for that, why was no one walking down there?

Is there something I should know about?

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black

Oh I kept them both for another day

You would think these roads would be marked somehow!

Or there would be a map or whatever



***

Because I could not stop for Death,

He kindly stopped for me—

I screamed and ran away, because have you ever seen Death?

With the skull-head and giant scythe?

No thanks, Death, I'll walk

p.s. Wonderland here.

Comments

[cce]

I hear you in my deep heart's core...I love this for a Monday.Bravo...

[birchsprite]

Ahhhh I was so fed up and then I read these and they cheered me up no end......cheers!

[Patricia]

Oh my -- the first poem happens to be my FAVORITE of all time -- though your revisions make it even better.

HA! "what's with all the bees" I'm so going to giggle about that the rest of the day.

[Jane]

That was the highlight of my morning! I shall pass along the link to all of my fellow English major geek friends.

[tuckova]

Oh, well done! So well done.

[Heather B.]

I went to Girl Scout camp for several, several, way too many, years. Anyway, one of the camping units was called Innisfree so I am now well versed in that poem and can sing it.

Come to think of it a good title of that would be "Why I shouldn't be allowed to sing. Ever"

[Amy at Fannfare]

Fantastic. Thanks for the all-day smiles.

[Jen]

A woodland treasure sounds complete!Oh, quiet moments, except for beeswho hum-so soothingly along.A spring ish delicate little song.

The cabin, hushed and quaint.With coffee, internet. A chance to paintthe scenery surround. And, plant!Cilanto instead of beans supplant.

If you shall go to InnisfreeWe'll excuse your absence andwait for the.Just give occasional notes (on the side, of course)lest we be filled with blogging remorse!

[Jen]

except that should have been "wait for THEE"Two "e's"*note to self-re read, re read!!*

[elise]

Oh my, now THAT'S how I like to start the week.

Thanks, Finslippy!

[JB]

I love you even more now.

[themikestand]

Brilliant. Just brilliant.

[Blaine]

Wow!! Go Alice......and Go Jen!!!

[Kristin]

What's with all the bees...chortle. =) There's (or was - they've broken up, I think) a wonderful sorta-Celtic band out of Houston (in their words, "that great Scottish metropolis of the south") called Clandestine, who did a fabulous spooky minor-key interpretation of "Innisfree." It made the back of your neck tingle, and made you wonder what was buried out under those nine innocent-looking bean rows.

Well done!

[Sonja]

YESSSSSS! Good work.

[emily]

These were a lot of fun to read. A great way to beat the Monday blahs.

[slouching mom]

finslippy:get a grippy.you do many things wellbut poems you'll not sell.

[odd dotty]

You. You are hilarious. And brilliant. Brilliantly hilarious!

[Mike]

you talk pretty. long time.

[lizardek]

hahahah! You are a genius! Here is a little bee poem for you (it's not mine):

The little bee is a busy soulHe has no time for birth controlAnd that is whyin times like thesethere are so many sons of bees.

[Christine]

and I said yes, yes, very funny, yes.

[kerflop]

And this is why I love you.

[Megs]

I'm cackling here. It's not pretty.

[kim]

Hoo Ha ha ha!

[Julie]

My husband just built a wattle in the garden today. No kidding!!