Thursday, September 17, 2009

Supply Your Own Deep Thoughts Thursday


Dig down deep, people.
Assign meaning.
Use this time.
You can do this.
Make me proud.


5 comments:

Brian said...

Okay, here goes:

My mistress' eyes are nothing like these dials;
She has four fewer, and they spin not so
(Although mine spin when bathed by her smiles);
If veins be pipes, then through hers heat does flow,
Measured in units that we know as therms
(One hundred thousand BTUs therein);
I met her back when I was smoking sherms,
At Potsdam palace, just outside Berlin.
And in all perfumes is there more delight
Than in the gas that from my mistress leaks,
Alerting me to danger if I might
Consider lighting up like certain geeks.
And yet a sonnet form should never greet her,
Much better I should write in hexameter!

Bossy Betty said...

OH! William Shakespeare! You have modern-day competition. Congratulations, Brian. You get the Deep Thinkin' award!

Very nice!

Brian said...

Thank you for this great honor, Betty, and for providing that inspiring photo. I'll admit to a bit of writers' block after completing my last spate of household utility poems: Ode on the Electrical Service Entrance, Running Hot and Cold, How's That for Garage Door Openers, To a Satellite Dish, UL Approved, and Drip Irrigation (a real tear-jerker). Your photo gave me a new direction and sense of mission.

Bossy Betty said...

I know you are joking but I am absolutely serious when I say you should write these! (I did a series based on Spoon River Anthology, with vegetables speaking the roles.)

Do it!

Brian said...

Well, they do say write about what you know, and after two years remodeling my house I do know a thing or two about such topics.