I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;

I’ve had that one line stuck in my head the past 24 hours.

It’s from T.S. Eliot’s poem, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prurock.

It’s a longerish poem, so I won’t post it here, but I love that part of the poem.

 

I need a t-shirt or a coffee mug that says that.

I could go around saying, “hah! look!”

Because that would be lots of fun.

Or something like that.

Anyway, had to get rid of the earworm.

Can a line in a poem be considered an earworm? Or is that called something else for poetry?

I must ponder this.

Well Wishes,
Allison

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Author: Allison H.

English Teacher. Coffee Addict. Lover of Books, Music, Knitting, Movies/TV, and other Nerdy Things. Typos and autocorrect are my arch nemeses.

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