POETS DAY

Y’all should know what that means by now (?)

I am sooooo beyond disgusted by a recent live (puke) chat that I stoooopidly buttinski’d into.

(SMH. Slap my wrist. STFU, GB. My BAD!)

That I’ve rescued my uncontrollable ire at the rampant BS in Keats.

La Belle Dame Sans Merci – The Beautiful Lady with No Pity.

 

I’d love to say that I can quote it all but I’m just a housewife with a zillion chores. But two partial quotes are ETCHED in my soul.

 

And Her Eyes Were Wild

 

The sedge is wither’d from the lake, And no birds sing.

 

Going back to the full and glorious poem to FORCE my single brain cell to become more poem quote – ified :o(