The Elegy of Easterly

What is Elizabeth? I just don't know,
A mix of euphoria, a tad of woe.
Madness, eccentricity, sanity too,
She's all of this, moreso than you.
But is it true or just an act?
Some sort of game? Some dreaded pact?
She certainly does love to dance,
And her reed skill is more than chance.
Art and English are her style,
Of things to do, she's got a pile.
Free verse is her choice of word,
To her rhymes are quite absurd.
But we can forgive, she's not so bad;
She has an excuse, for she's quite mad.
And yet she's not, we're just as sane,
She's all of this, yet still a pain.
So we're left with an enigma, which parts are true?
I think I know, what about you?

Well, there you have it. Not dripping with despair and woe, but there's always next time. It's not everything I want it to be and more, but what do you want from me?! It's not like I'm working for a commission or anything. Yet. Maybe I'll do a "Reader Appreciation Series, Version II" sometime. Maybe.

So what do I do next week? Canticle of Kelly? Song of Sara? Lament of Lofaro (Ellegy's been taken, unfortunately )? We'll just have to see who posts more. Kelly certainly seems to lead in that category...

Anyway, as some of you may have noticed from glancing at my IM profile, I've started another blog. This one will be in the form of a story in semi regular installments. I don't really know where I'm going with it, when I'll have time to continue it, or whether it's any good, but it is at least slightly nonsensical, and sense you people obviously have nothing better to do, head on over to www.successfullyfailing.blogspot.com and check it out.

That's about all I'm good for tonight. Well, I did watch the Lion King for the first time in ten years or so. It's remarkable how you can the philosophical discussion on nihilism, existentialism, the life cycle, etc. so much better after you mature.