Saturday, December 19, 2015

Untitled - postscript

I can't think of a poem that captures me (see yesterday's post) 

All I can think of  - having read this year's blog posts - is that I am some kind of hybrid literary character .... a melancholic version of Fortherington-Thomas (from How to be Topp singing "Hullo birds, hullo sky" ) 
Francie from A Tree grows in Brooklyn 

Any suggestions?

Here is yesterday's dawn. Enjoy. 


Waggledance said...

I think the closest I can find, for any of us, is this one:

Today you are you,
That is truer than true.
There is no one alive
Who is you're than you.

Thank you, Dr Seuss.

Waggledance said...

Darn predictive text...that should have read youer not you're. Ruined the moment.. Ah well!

Sue Hepworth said...

It didn't ruin it at all.
Thank you!