And do I still have enough time to eat my evening meal

[angliholic]

Compared with gold, gem, pearl, and ruby,
which season's charm should I appreciate most,
spring jasmine, summer rain, autumn maple leaf, or winter snow?
And do I still have enough time to eat my evening meal
if I own all the treasures in this world?

If the four seasonal beauties are replaced by four gorgeous lasses,
where should I put my heart and my soul,
do I still have them,
or do I have a clear mind to choose the best season?

[hillwalker]

Admit it angli - you want all four!!!

[PrinceMyshkin]

An intentional trace of Prufrock in a witty poem!

[angliholic]

Admit it angli - you want all four!!!

Thanks, Hillwalker, for the nice question!
If I want to have all,
then I'll have none one day!


An intentional trace of Prufrock in a witty poem!

Thanks, Prince, for the nice feedback!

Your feedback reminds me of the Love Song of Prufrock Alfred I read in university! I found it out and reread it again! It's still tough!
In fact, I have all but forgetten this great poem when I scribbled mine!

[angliholic]

When coming across an old witch in a street,
sometimes, I'd think she was once a young bud in her prime.
When seeing a charming young girl,
I'd ponder if she'll become a pile of fallen petals tomorrow.

Similarly, when looking into a mirror,
once in a while, I'd be bewildered by the stranger inside!
Is he really me?

When washing the dust off my feet in a brook,
I've never mused there is still dirt collected through my eyes
and building up in my heart for all my life
which is not easy to remove!

[zoolane]

I like this poem not sure why.:D

[dafydd manton]

Ang, take it from me, forget Spring, it is too frivolous. Summer is wonderful, but too hot sometimes, too short, too hard to handle. Chose autumn, for she is the most beautiful, the most delicate, the most subtle, the most colourful. And, looked after, she will remain Forever Autumn! Winter can be held at bay! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CO9Qx7Kp_I8 Listen to this, one of my all-time favourites! I am sure you will understand. All the very best, Ang, and thanks. Dave

[hillwalker]

This has all the hallmarks of your nature/romanic poems, yet the darkside is leaking through (and it's good). I particularly liked the line -

I'd ponder if she'll become a pile of fallen petals tomorrow

because although it suggests we all age and corruption comes with death, for this particular girl she will transform into nothing more sinister than flower petals.

Tres bon.

H

[Jerrybaldy]

Hello Ang.
I am nearly running out of things to say to you. One thought is that I feel that maybe more than anybody else you splash your actual personality all over your poems. It could just be you are a miserable bugger off screen, but I highly doubt it. I would like to meet you daily, maybe as a neigbour over the fence as I am sure you would always put a smile on my face. I have just made a litnet error (punishable) of responding to the person and not the poem, but, think I got away with it this time. That just reminded me of a fawlty towers episode ' Dont mention the war, I did once but I think I got away with it'
anyways
bouquets
JerryB

[the lonly boy]

hi new to this and this is one of my poems

ghost wisperer

silent as a moonless night
spoketo but never replies
for he cannot hear the voice
of the living only the voice of
the dead

when the wisperer speaks it be
only to a sorroful ghost
whos soul cndemed to walk
the earth for eternity with
nigh freind or foe but
the wisperer

roaming the streets dark
and alone speaking
in a monotone voice
that living and dead
hear alike

the wisperer listens to
the sorrowful stories of
the sorrowful ghosts
knowing this is how it
will stay for the rest
of his days
until his time has
come and he to is
condemed like the
ghosts he wispers to.

[PrinceMyshkin]

Thanks, Prince, for the nice feedback!

Your feedback reminds me of the Love Song of Prufrock Alfred I read in university! I found it out and reread it again! It's still tough!
In fact, I have all but forgetten this great poem when I scribbled mine!

If you could possibly get hold of it, there's a recording of Eliot reading Prufrock, in the most dry, prissy voice one might imagine.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NhiCMAG658M