Friday, June 09, 2006

Enchanted Sharon

Oh the languid vapors of beauty and abundance in summer.



yellopad said...

Is there not in
Sharon's art, music and stream of words
That shall be life, the acknowledged voice of life?
Sharon speaks of what is done among the fields,
Done truly there, or felt, of solid good
Lacking all evil, and be sweet withal,
More grateful, more harmonious than the breath,
The idle summer of sweetest pipes attuned
To pastoral fancies?

Hail to thee, blithe Sharon!
Bird thou never wert,
That from Heaven, or upon,
Pourest thy full heart
In profuse strains of stick figure art.

-- a Wordsworth/Shelley mashup

sweeps said...

looks more like "whatever happened to baby sharon!"..

Ding Dong said...

ding dong is flying in an ice cream filled dreamland!

d_orlando said...

An applicable definition?

vapors [vā'pərs] n.
Exhalations, frequently gaseous, emanating from within a bodily organ, especially the stomach or colon, supposed to affect the mental or physical condition. Used with the, as in 'the vapors.'
A nervous disorder such as depression or hysteria.

wheresmymind said...

What is that guy smoking in his pipe? ;)

sharon spotbottom said...