I've been mulling over how to approach various things I feel like writing about, but with little success.
So here is a picture of Abraham instead. What IS the boy doing?
P.S. Have you noticed it's Spring?
Children's voices in the orchard
Between the blossom- and the fruit-time:
Golden head, crimson head,
Between the green tip and the root.
Black wing, brown wing, hover over;
Twenty years and the spring is over;
To-day grieves, to-morrow grieves,
Cover me over, light-in-leaves;
Golden head, black wing,
Cling, swing,
Spring, sing,
Swing up into the apple-tree.
--T.S. Eliot
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This should tide me over just fine until you're done mulling.
ReplyDeleteWell, yeah - he is kind of monkeying around.
ReplyDeleteFunny, isn't it, Mar - how we have to put something out there even when nothing springs to mind. It's the connection. Like bats, echo-locating. In our relationships, we find our own parameters.
I love spring! And I suggest you just jump in the middle of your proposed topics. Nothing clears writer's block like a bulldozer of words.
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