Monday Night Poetry Club

Posted byNatalia AntonovaPosted inDork-Out, Poetry

Today is one of those days… I have to start paying back my student loans, on a tiny salary and with no support from the parents.

My dog had diarrhea in her crate. Then she, apparently, ate most if it back up (I was at work through all this merriment). Then, when I came home from work, she puked it back up, all over the apartment.

Well, it was a good excuse to smoke inside…

So this is my life in a nutshell right now:

…The world is grey, the mountains old,
The forge’s fire is ashen-cold;
No harp is wrung, no hammer falls:
The darkness dwells in Durin’s halls;
The shadow lies upon his tomb
In Moria, in Khazad-dûm.
But still the sunken stars appear
In dark and windless Mirrormere;
There lies his crown in water deep,
Till Durin wakes again from his sleep.

– J.R.R. Tolkien

I’m trying to hang on to the moment when I first saw Moria through the eyes of the Fellowship. Everything counted for something in the end, right?

8 thoughts on “Monday Night Poetry Club”

  1. wow, sounds like a crap day (literally!). Dogs are so gross, and so cute. My dog looks at her butt when she fart’s like she’s confused. I was feeling blue today and someone told me to imagine life with no arms, so I did and instead of feeling sorry for people with no arms, and feeling like I was lucky for having arms, I laughed because I think I would look silly wandering around trying to type with my nose, anyways, it sorta made me feel better, even if not in the intended way. Sorry if you also happen to have no arms- no offence intended (-;

  2. Whenever I hear bad pets stories, I feel a little better about the nasty things I have to deal with in raising my kids. I don’t know if that means I’m feeling better at your expense, but I am feeling better. So thanks.

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