| || sunny, igloo, huddle, inject, you just did. (oops, wrong day)
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The opening poem contains all the words (or variations of them) from today's Jumble.
Comments are welcomed!
Do not explicitly reveal any of the actual answer words until after closing time, but embedding them surreptitiously in comment sentences is encouraged.
She loved another who wasn't me.
ReplyDeleteIn my state, that was all I could see.
My jealousy would not change a whit,
All I could do was be accepting of it.
I could have been livid to oppose,
I could have tried rudely to impose.
I could have tried a frontal attack,
But I knew within that victory I'd lack.
Love, how to finish it? It can not end.
Once a lover, always a friend.
Besides, I must admit, I'm in love, too,
With her new little kitten. *mew*.
What? Huh? Loved the poem until that last line just threw me! Owen, you have such an interesting mind.
ReplyDeleteOh yeah, the jumble was ok. Pretty simple and obvious
Now I really must get some sleep.
FLN Misty ~
ReplyDeleteThanks for including me in your odic tributes. You did a yeoman's job (no such thing as a yeowoman--right?) in covering the bases of the clue words.
I get a kick out of your attempts to remind us that you don't count yourself a poet, in the very act of writing poetry! You may not proffer verses as often or at such length as others, but you are nonetheless a poet. A devotee and designee of Calliope!
This was such an easy-peasy solution, there is little I can say in the way of disparagement that would diminish it more than it does itself by wasting space on the page.
But I suppose we can do something with this sow's ear by aiming for a Spoonerism. It occurs to me that if one should suffer from epilepsy on one of the Aran Islands of Galway Bay (aka the "Inish Isles") one of the attacks one endures could be called an Inish fit.
~ OMK
I thought I posted last night. Yes, I enjoyed Misty's poem. Talent? Oui, Oui. And the cute ending of Owen's feline ode.
ReplyDeleteYes, simple J this morning after the bear of that 6*6 yesterday which was harder than the XW
WC
And the latest chapter of the (neverending?, eh Sandy?) saga of Ivanhoe. In my version one never "sees" Ivanhoe. Even Scott employs a device of having Rebecca do a "play-by-play" of the battle for FdeB's castle.
ReplyDeleteBut Ivanhoe swooned while receiving the medal from Prince John and at the urging of daughter Rebecca had his retainers spirit away the bleeding knight. Isaac stops at a Jewish "enclave" and Rebecca, who'd been mentored in the healing arts by a Master, is nursing him back to health.
All six or more of the characters have diverging and converging arcs. So I'll probably choose the one that fits the J's
WC
And did I mention the unknown, sable knight who mysteriously appears at the lists and saves the day. Or the message from France reading ","The devil is loosed!"
Wilbur, went back and read your poetic installment FLN. Following the tale with figuratively bated breath.
ReplyDeleteMy goodness, Ol'Man Keith. I already had a wonderful morning getting everything--puzzle, sudoku, kenken, and Jumble--and came here ready to brag about that. But your praise of my humble (and, I fear, pretty meek--and weak?) poetic skills just blew me away. Wow! Woohoo! How can I ever live up to your lovely tribute to deserve it! And to have terrific poet Wilbur echo you is almost more praise than I can handle. Guess I'll just have to walk around glowing with pride and satisfaction all day! Thank you both, so much.
ReplyDeleteAnd now on to your utterly charming and sweet and delightful poem, Owen. I took it to mean that the poet is jealous of his partner's new love, until he saw it and fell in love with her kitten too! A poem to warm my heart even more on an already wonderful day.
Again, thank you, everybody.
Also, Wilbur, I hope you enjoy Elinor's style. My favorite poem of hers is something of a downer, but with some optimism at the end. It's from a woman's viewpoint, but I think with universal meaning. No title, but its fist line is "Now let no charitable hope"
ReplyDeleteBig mistake. Composing live instead of in doc. Lost a long one.
ReplyDeleteMisty, getting all those J's in the poem was a feat for itself.
ReplyDeleteThanks again for all the encouragement
Better post quick. I think preview got me.
WC
Nope. It wasn't preview. I must have fumble fingered
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ReplyDeleteI combined Monday and Tuesday. I'd post the above but Tuesday isn't ready yet. I woke from an early bedtime the result of some tea earlier. I'm usually caffeine free.
ReplyDeleteI see that OMK, Owen and Sandy along with our favorite insomniac Misty are prone to post early (relatively since y'all have Pacific time)
Here's a game: Without seeing Tuesday's jumble how many of the four J's and new riddle-solution can you grok'?
WC
I missed a word in my combined poem. So the above refers to the below
DeleteYes, York where Prince John hastened to huddle with Fitzhurse
ReplyDeleteFront de Boeuf, De Bracy, Sir Brian and Isaac with the deep purse.
John's never sunny disposition had turned livid then grey
For now he knew Coeur de Lion was back and would have his day.
Could he muster sufficient force and inject it with the courage
To face the imposing challenge of Richard and his entourage?
For the rightful King was a man who always did justice
Finished whatever he started and would surely encompass
All chivalric and knightly values the truly noble
Would follow. Whereas for John: capriciousness was his foible .
Perhaps desperation would be the glue that united this cabal.
For the encounter with his brother he couldn't long forestall.
Within the week Richard would be able to have rallied
All true Englishman proud to call Coeur de Lion an ally.
WC