I have a hundred million things to do:
A project I'd put off, some bills to pay,
And inexplicably, I think of you.
It's only for a minute. One or two.
For now, I have to put the thought away;
I have a hundred million things to do.
It's just the time, you know, there's just so few
Productive hours and minutes in the day,
And inexplicably, I think of you
In ev'ry single one. It's like I knew
You'd come. And though I'm hoping you can stay,
I have a hundred million things to do.
Forgive me, this is all a little new.
I work so hard to make a brave display
And inexplicably, I think of you,
And then I hope you're thinking of me, too.
And when I see you next, that you could say,
"I have a hundred million things to do,
And inexplicably, I think of you."
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Nice R.
As always, I am captivated by your 'Anonymous' poems ... so enchanting, delicate, graceful and delightful ... and all these things I imagine you see in her. Oh I wish that one day, DB, one day I hope you do hear those words.
Thanks, Bard. Happy New Year! Your talent and discipline are so rich and so easily enjoyed.
Happy New Year and may "Anonymous" be a big part of your 2011!
so I just wade in, fully clothed, and swim.
Thanks DB, for the hundreds of millions of words.
another great one, as if it's possible otherwise....
Fred: thank you sir. The muse that triggered it has a lot of charm, as well.
Dave: "Masterpiece" is a very strong word. Thank you for that. I appreciate everything you're doing for the poets here.
Limb: yes indeed. May it be so, eh?
scupper: how can I thank you enough, for your comments, and for your post. I am happy that you like the tone. Actually, the tone comes because I am happy.
Kate: thank you for that wish. And I sincerely wish the same for you.
Midwest: thank you. And thanks for coming by so faithfully this year.
Lea: I am always happy to see you. Happy New Year to you, as well.
anna1: I'm looking for a sonnet that Shakespeare wrote about longing. I don't remember a single word of it, only the subject and tone. Any idea?
Matt: thanks for following scupper's lead. She has been incredibly supportive all year.
catch: I get a tremendous satisfaction from writing these. Having you (and everyone else) read them is the sweet part.
trilogy: thank you so much for your wishes. And I would never kiss and tell.
Kim: your comment from May 7: "We are miners side by side, and with every swing of the pick, every word we write, we are closer to the colour."
sweetfeet: aHA! So it'll work???
Heron: it is INDEED possible otherwise. You can't tell, because I write on the computer. But oh man, the paper that would be on the floor otherwise.
pastvoices: thank you for your wishes. And thank you for being such a faithful reader.
Sheba Marx: well, hello! Welcome! You're just in time for champagne!
hugs: hmm... a trick question. You want to know if she actually EXISTS, don't you. My lips are sealed... (heh heh)
Thank you all so very much. And the very best wishes for 2011 to all. I am honored, as always, that you came by.
Salud!
Rated with respect.
Your anonymous posts really touch my heart for some reason. I think because she (Anonymous) touches your heart and I (and the hopeless romantic in me!) want only good for you ... all that your heart desires. You deserve it.