Sunday, July 08, 2007

Poem in a ...Title


Cute Nothing (or not?)

Tender is the night,
Don Fernando.
Owls don't blink,
killing time -
the end of eternity.

At the Earth's core,
diamonds are forever.

8 comments:

Jon M said...

I'm going to bury My Louis Sachar book! :-)

Vesper said...

Noooooo! Please, don't! :-)

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Pearl said...

Great idea. Like your poem outcome.

I want to hunt my shelves and do this too.

Vesper said...

Pearl, thank you. This is an idea that comes from Bonnie's blog

colleen said...

You can tell a lot about someone by their garbage and the books on their shelves! Love the photo below. I take self-portrait shadow shots all the time.

Jon M said...

Just popped by to say hello! :-)

Taffiny said...

I read somewhere that you can tell a lot about who you are from what books, and types of books line your shelves. (I wonder if it counts if you collect them more than you read them? Probably).

I wonder if we can tell a lot about ourselves, or about each other, from the poetry the titles create?
If so, or if not, I like the idea, and I like your poem.