| guest, poppy, motion, murmur, (a) support group. |
| indigo, geyser, slowly, casino, avenue, cover all his "basis".
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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.
Harmonic Troupe
ReplyDeletePlease join my guests...
Lie together
on this bank: take your rest
among the poppies. Inhale their sweetness
and let their swaying motion
lull you,
and the soft murmur of the breeze
draw you to dreamland.
~ OMK
There are great things to be done and said
ReplyDeleteThat can't be done from a hospice bed.
We're just guests in this world, it's due devotion.
Life is the time to get ourselves into motion!
Some prefer the lotus or poppy; to laze,
To do nothing with their life that pays
For the privilege of being among the aware.
Instead they just murmur about their share.
But there are those who do what life asks,
They find a way, they choose bright tasks,
They support their groups of doers of good,
And made things better where they stood!
This world is full of wonders great and small,
ReplyDeleteFrom the steaming geyser to the icy waterfall!
The beauty of majestic snowy mountain heights,
Pointing to stars spangling the indigo nights!
There are also beauties on the avenues of man,
The towering temples that show what we can!
Cathedrals, casinos, schools and skyscrapers,
Architectural tokens of dreams of their makers!
We've but to look carefully and slowly around us
To see in every thing beauty that is boundless!
For the basis of beauty, each man will discover
Is to cover all his perceptions with wonder!
Owen ~ Both your pieces today are deeply inspirational.
ReplyDeleteYou remind us of a traditional obligation of of poetry--to point to and emphasize the greatness of life, while being objects of beauty themselves.
Thank you for these shimmering examples.
~ OMK
From
ReplyDelete"I Cover Vegas, Baby"
I left the dice behind at a quarter to six.
My casino was switching its staff to the morning shift.
The avenue was blessed with an indigo sky,
and I walked slowly down the Strip to my bed.
The raucous sounds of show tunes blared at me,
but my focus wasn't on that jazz, nor was it
on the geyser of moonshine in front of the Desert Oasis.
A splash of the liquor dappled a blotch on my shirt
as I rounded the NE corner of Fremont and Third.
~ OMK
Again, I want to say how impressed I am with Owen's Sunday verses. I'm grateful for the site he has made for us, and proud to be able to post by his side.
ReplyDeleteIn my lesser efforts today I wanted to avoid rhyme, to see how I would find direction without it.
The first (J4) is an example of free verse, and the second (J6) is a bit of blank verse, a soliloquy from an imaginary noir-ish script.
The only (near) rhyme is in the concluding couplet.
~ OMK
Owen, Ol'Man Keith is absolutely right--your poems were simply wonderful this morning, so uplifting and full of pleasure in the wonders of life, a true gift. Thank you so much.
ReplyDeleteAnd then we are given the additional pleasure of Ol'Man Keith's delightful poems, and his neat explanation of the verses. How lucky we are for the gifts on this blog. A great start to a beautiful Sunday.
Not only did I have trouble with six J's but the riddle-solution evaded me...Until one word in Owen's second poem gave it to me.
ReplyDeleteThe second 6'er was the last and it came to me while driving. I was at a restaurant and started the 6*6, switched to CC then back again. Waitress was patient so I AMPLY* rewarded her.
I thought perhaps VOICE might be one of the words. Also…
I did the 4*4 with no blotches** and the riddle-solution with no need for props.
I have to re-read all the verse to appreciate it without hunting for words.***
WC
*Was that Friday or Saturday?
** That word was missing until OMK filled it in
*** Per Sandy's modus operandi
I'm still working on the j6, so, as Wilbur said, per my modus operandi, can't enjoy any poems til I'm finished solving.
ReplyDeleteAt least the weather here is much better today.
Sandy's right.
ReplyDeleteThe weather is cooler today, a bit more restrained.
I don't mind heat, but this is nicely contained,
with occasional breezes.
Late summer pleases
here in SoCal.
Me and my gal
enjoyed brunch alfresco:
Bloody Marys and espresso.
Next I'll read Sunday papers
(if I don't succumb to the vapors).
~ OMK
I wonder how Sandy did with the 6*6. I wonder if she caught my hints.
ReplyDeleteOMK you've really caught poetic fever. Your free verse was very good. I stumbled on a diary of Boswell's and he wrote a poem every morning along with his diary.
The latter better known later when the subject was Johnson.
WC
Well, Wilbur, no, I didn't read any posts til I knew the j6 solution. Since I never solved it, but finally looked it up, that means I only just now read and appreciated the poems. Yes, Owen, yours can be called inspirational.
ReplyDeleteOh yes, the j4 was no problem. And actually I thought its solution made a lot more sense than the j6 one. Hope that's not sour grapes; don't think so.
Thank you, Wilbur. Much appreciated.
ReplyDeleteAnd Misty, I am glad you enjoyed these efforts.
Funny thing about (so-called) "free verse." I find I develop tiny, private rules as I go along, ones that feel right for the subject. They seem to emerge on their own, evolving as they firm up.
Then I carry them out--just as if they were gospel hand-me-down rules.
On this tiny piece, I found more ideas to play with than I had room to include. Maybe next time.
~ OMK
You're a talented and erudite poet, Ol'Man Keith. So glad you're contributing regularly these days!
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