Daily Prompt: Thank You
The internet is full of rants. Help tip the balance: today, simply be thankful for something (or someone).
It’s Willie Wednesday! THANK God and Willie Blake for that!
Although he may not be the biggest Willie in English literature, he does have more girth and all of the depth, I’m sure you’ll agree.
To infinity and beyond, like that grain of sand he kept banging on about. Although he phrased it a lot better than that it has to be said.
Today, therefore, I flick a big, fat happy smiley THANK YOU to Willie Blake, poet majestic,
with a tinselled cherry on top!
Two tinselled cherries on top.
To prove my point, stick this small one in your ipod and press play!
And remember it’s not the size of your poem that matters, it’s how long it lasts.
I wandered through each chartered street,
Near where the chartered Thames does flow,
A mark in every face I meet,
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.
In every cry of every man,
In every infant’s cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forged manacles I hear:
How the chimney-sweeper’s cry
Every blackening church appals,
And the hapless soldier’s sigh
Runs in blood down palace-walls.
But most, through midnight streets I hear
How the youthful harlot’s curse
Blasts the new-born infant’s tear,
And blights with plagues the marriage-hearse.