I Am What?
I am as transient as,
And no more enduring…
Than the life and times
of the smallest insect
I am as gentle
as the feathered kiss
Of a capricious butterfly
…So what am I?…
As only shadows
are want to know
I come and go…
With easy ebb
and fluid flow
As hard to contain
As a handful of quicksilver
I slip through fingers
like moon’s mercury glow
So just what am I
…Does anyone know?…
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What?
You ask a question once more David, and just as myself you still need an answer, all I know is that we are made of stardust, and we are golden. and we have to get ourselves back to the garden!
Apart from that my mam and dad had something to do with it! Also I have consumed a bottle of wine tonight whilst compiling my reply, so I, may not be quite as lucid in my reply!
Cut from the same cloth Tom,
David o Whalen is what we are, you and I! You read my poem after a bottle (a whole bottle tom?) of wine, and I wrote said poem after partaking of a snifter of honeyed brandy. I think your comment was at least as lucid as my poem (if not more so), which puzzles me greatly since I'm not quite sure I remember writing it! But thanks anywho, and a Merry Christmas and Happy new year to you
A whole bottle of wine!
David I live in England, the culture has a long historical/hysterical connection with the booze, we do nothing else at weekend evenings, we eat, we drink. we be merry! I also have the advantage of the Irish genetical tolerance for alcohol! Hee! Hee! A bottle of wine is a starter!
A friend of mine had his medical recently and he was asked how many pints of beer he drank, he replied "ten" the doctor said "in a week?" and my friend said "every night". This however does not apply in my case, but when I decide to drink , I can do so, and retain my ability to be aware! Never to stare, or cause a scare!
A merry Christmas, and a very Happy New Year to you and all of the people you hold dear.
Thomas Julian Higgins
24/12/2011