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The opening poem contains all the words (or variations of them) from today's Jumble.
Comments are welcomed! And couching them in Poetry is definitely NOT required.
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15 comments:
Why can't they just walk in? Or hurry in? Or saunter in?
All happier alternatives to a labored and stereotypical pun.
(Yes, I'm sensitive about this. So sue me!)
FLN Wilbur ~ Your poem raised an interesting issue--how education has become for so many just a pathway to class & job security. I was fortunate in a way. As a professor of drama I mainly taught students--both grad and undergrad--who already knew their professional prospects were bleak. Acting students are surrounded by musicians and dancers, not exactly the types looking to rake in dollar signs or planning to make a lot of investment income.
I was lucky in my own undergrad career. My family didn't have much money, but I didn't get any resistance when I chose to major in Drama and minor in Philosophy, not exactly materialistic paths. But I remember wise words from my mother, who said, "You can study whatever you truly want, just so you can teach it."
"'Shuffles,' the Maltese"
I have a tiny finch, a feisty little bird.
He loves daily baths; he'll douse himself all over.
Quite unlike my cat, who much prefers dry fur;
she likes chasing draughts, and our terrier named Rover.
~ OMK
It used to be, the senior center, out our way
Was a bustling place, it was good to spend the day.
There was square dancing, allemande and do-si-do!
Yoga and Tai Che, to help feisty seniors glow!
Then along came CoViD, to stare us in the face,
To douse our activities, and disrupt our pace.
No more dancing, to enforce our social distance.
No group poses or moves, emulating crane or finch.
Vaccines have freed us to come alive again!
How unlike the pods we had with just our kin!
Shoving disks at hop-scotch courts, out of our gourd.
Playing solitaire -- bored shuffling or shuffle board!
"Bird Buddy"
Florence didn't flinch
about bringing home a finch.
She had critters all over the house,
and with caring she did them douse.
But the feisty finch was unlike
other birds she had found on her hike.
He liked having his feathers ruffled
and this their companionship shuffled.
But their affection they slowly did clinch,
and Florence now loves her sweet Finch.
Owen ~ What a bright & efficient structure, in just three stanzas capturing the arc of our plague years with humor and hope!
Thanks for that jump start to the day!
Misty ~ Looks like Florence wanted to add some diversity to her domestic zoo/aviary. Not too many birds enjoy the ruffling, so Master Finch filled a touchy-feely niche!
I picked up a curious (probably wrong) reading with your 4th line, by which I imagined various species & breeds lined up for Florence to spray them (most lovingly) with a garden hose!
~ OMK
We shuffled into class at the Ed building, Finch hall,
Ready to be doused in literature an hour in her thrall
For yes, it was Ms Norris that would guide in the mysteries of Joyce
Unlike any prof we'd had in Econ, she was feisty but sweet of voice
We heard about diverse theoretical perspectives and
Oppositional contextualization
Bored we were but we got misty-eyed at the melodious peroration
WC
Continued fln, of course
Anyone see it coming?
Dear Wilbur,
I’m not sure that my repute
deserves such a kind tribute.
I hardly belong to such ranks
and can only give you warm thanks
for using your literary gift
to give my spirits such a lift.
What a generous person you are,
your kindness will take you quite far.
It is totally off the chart,
and I thank you with all my heart.
Ol' Man Keith, so happy that your feisty little finch enjoys being doused with warm baths. I thought of having Florence do that to her finch but was afraid he's pinch her. And also happy that you once again introduced us to a neat pet, a terrier named Rover.
Owen, your morning verse isn't just poetic--it quite accurately represents what we've been through for the last two years. And thank goodness we appear to be heading to a good recovery from our difficult Covid lock-down.
And don't forget my Maltese kitty, 'Shuffles,' the mighty huntress of canine & breezes!
What lucky pupils, WC, whether they know it or not, to be exposed to the best in lit and expert teaching!
~ OMK
Sandy, I was referring to last night's poem and whether anyone saw my juxtapose to syrupy, high-falutin literature jargon.
In actuality, Misty, nee Margot Norris, specializes in making arcane Joycian prose readable for the masses. Speaking of…
Your welcome, Misty you took it in stride. Yes, I'd be glad to sit in on one of your lectures. I've started to read again, Mailer and Tolstoy next to the bed. But I just knocked off a pair of Michael Connelly's Mickey Haller stories.
But I'm thinking Joyce next. Perhaps the Dubliner stories. Anybody else read Joyce?
WC
I just checked late posts from Wed night. Yes, Sandy, #1 was pessimistic but yes, somewhat real.
And 2, perhaps Misty' knew who the "cute" lit prof would be.
WC
The timezones throw me off
Wilbur, there's a small possibility that I may focus my next Susi Q class (one single 2hour class in January, another in February, another in March, another in April--all offered on Zoom)on James Joyce's "Dubliners" stories. If so, you're certainly welcome to join my class. I'll let you know when things get scheduled in the Fall.
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