Wednesday, December 14, 2011

The Yellow Rose of Dickinson

I really didn’t sleep at all last night. I was up worrying about a blog bud and his choices. It’s funny how cyber-friends work. You chat on line, interact almost daily, yet you never really meet the person. When they go through a hard time you want to jump in and help, even if it’s just a hug or a smile. Then you remember that they live on the other side of the planet.

When my brain is squirming late at night, I fall back on an eternal question in life. “Have you noticed Emily Dickinson poems can be sung to ‘Yellow Rose of Texas’"?

I can spend hours pulling Emily Dickinson poems out from the recesses of my tiny monkey brain and getting them to fit to the tune of the old Texas hymn.


Here's some examples...





BECAUSE I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me;
the carriage held but just ourselves and Immortality.

4 comments:

Pac said...

When my brain is squirming late at night, I fall back on porn. (Count on me to put the "rude" in erudite.)

Jim said...

I'm with Pac. Porn

Erik Rubright said...

I third the pr0n!

Wonder Man said...

I hope your friend is okay