Only a Poet
Or a Madman ~
Can Water the Asphalt
And Expect Lilies to Grow.
~ W. Somerset Maugham (paraphrased)
This entry was posted on February 19, 2017 by Sister Madly. It was filed under Life and was tagged with art, beauty, culture, dark, madness, nature, Philosophy, photography, poetry, prose, spirituality, writing.
There are some that are both and expect the asphalt, among other things, to cooperate!
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February 19, 2017 at 5:53 AM
My asphalt yields moss and the occasional dandelion…
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February 19, 2017 at 12:17 PM
Sounds like your asphalt is trying to cooperate. Have you watered it enough to sustain Lilies?
February 19, 2017 at 12:39 PM
What’s this water that you speak of? I was giving it whiskey.
February 19, 2017 at 12:46 PM
That should have produced snapdragons. Your asphalt might require professional assessment.
If you can purloin a duck, you should be able to get water off it’s back.
February 19, 2017 at 12:57 PM
So… feathers!! Interesting theory, watering asphalt with feathers… wouldn’t that produce Birds of Paradise?
February 19, 2017 at 1:09 PM
You could be on to something. With the dandelions wouldn’t it make yellow birds? This too would make sense, Creme de Banana.
If we could get those eggs to lay around Easter we could put a well known chocolate maker to shame!
February 19, 2017 at 3:44 PM
Ahh, love it! A toast to poets and madmen 🙂
February 19, 2017 at 7:14 AM
February 19, 2017 at 12:18 PM
I never saw the difference, in myself
Still, I am, whichever way you look
So maybe I am both,
February 19, 2017 at 10:11 AM
Perhaps all poets are a little mad…
February 19, 2017 at 12:21 PM
We all heard that. Even the lilies…
February 19, 2017 at 7:15 PM
Sounds like the lilies have been gossiping again…
February 19, 2017 at 7:53 PM
And what is poetry, if not seeing the world through untamed eyes?
And what is Madness, but a word the tamed use for that which exceeds them?
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February 19, 2017 at 11:38 PM
I think I weave back an forth across that line.
February 19, 2017 at 11:15 AM
The line is, indeed, very thin.
I’ve seen the poet in you, but have I seen the madman?
February 19, 2017 at 12:22 PM
These days it isn’t that hard for the barking mad to appear normal. Come to think of it, maybe we are the normal.
February 20, 2017 at 2:04 PM
I would like to see this miracle 😊
February 20, 2017 at 4:57 AM
If weeds can grow in between the cracks, I don’t see what’s stopping the lilies!
February 20, 2017 at 10:26 AM
February 20, 2017 at 7:05 PM
Gorgeous photos sister M!
February 20, 2017 at 11:43 AM
Thanks! With any luck, the highways will be covered in lilies come spring! ;c)
February 20, 2017 at 11:56 AM
Pahaha! According to my MBTI test I am a Campaigner… – basically a diplomatic cheerleader. I think I’ll start campaigning to ensure lilies on EVERY roadway. And glitter. And rainbows….
February 20, 2017 at 12:15 PM
Now, that would be a road worth traveling!
February 20, 2017 at 12:45 PM
I planted lilies and expected asphalt to grow.
March 2, 2017 at 2:55 AM
Did it work? Don’t keep me in such suspense!
March 2, 2017 at 11:16 AM
I have a lovely new driveway!
March 2, 2017 at 12:36 PM
i watered the asphalt and, alas, a lily sprang up higher higher, grew wings and flew away, trilling like a bird!
March 3, 2017 at 8:37 PM
… and is now sitting on the power line outside the window, cooing like a pigeon.
March 4, 2017 at 11:32 AM
… yes, now, and carrying on like the legend that she is
March 4, 2017 at 2:35 PM
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