Friday, July 23, 2010


Day after day, day after day,
We stuck, nor breath nor motion;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.

5 comments:

willow said...

I'm counting the days till fall.

marc aurel said...

In the fall I'll fix my bike.
In the fall I'll smoke the French cigarettes I bought in Paris.
In the fall I'll think about taking a course.
In the fall my year begins again.
And we'll be out of the Doldrums.

willow said...

You're a man after my own heart. I could have written this myself word for word.

I set the bird photo as my desktop background, too. Looks marvelous, if I do say so myself! :)

French Fancy said...

The days are flying by now and I just do not know what the immediate future holds. Let us hope neither you nor I run aground.

AphotoAday said...

Oh God bless Google...
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner

Thanks.