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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.
Do not explicitly reveal any of the actual answer words until after closing time, but embedding them surreptitiously in comment sentences is encouraged.
7 comments:
If only I could say the same -- but no, cranky old lady that I am!
Dang! I hoped today might be when I could catch up on one of my deferred days off.
But no-oo! The J-words had to be so simple I couldn't pass them up.
So here goes:
I wrote below of a simple shellfish recipe that I find delicious.
But there are different ways of serving this particular arthropod, so I must say...
"Even Tempura Will Do!"
Shrimp with drawn butter & lemon verges
on the sublime. My poetic soul emerges
every luscious time: I wanted to write an ode
with all the tasteful words that flowed
at lunch today. I've thought of going vegan,
but just a whiff of shrimp--Ah!--and I weaken.
~ OMK
To the forest I was drawn
To watch the rosy-fingered dawn.
And as I stood on the tree-line verge,
From the forest, what should emerge?
A nymph, a dryad, a tree-born sprite!
She waved to me to stay the night!
Her tree-home bole was big enough,
We two could be together stuffed!
I fell to sleep, as if a géis
Compelled me to close my eyes!
I'd wax poetic about my dream
As I slept in that wooded seam!
Next morning's dawn, a year had passed!
Like Rip Van Winkle, I'd been cast!
But just twelve-month, not twenty years.
Tempered by time, even thru my fears!
Sorry. My last line should have been:
"...but just a whiff of shrimp, and--Ah!--I weaken!"
~ OMK
Wow! I found today's Jumble words so difficult, when I first glanced at them, I wasn't sure I could even make a poem. And so your wonderful productions, Ol' Man Keith and Owen, just blew me away.
Your shrimp dish poem makes me hungry, OMK, and I haven't even had breakfast yet.
And what a seductive verse, in both senses, Owen--wonderfully imaginative and unusual.
Two great poetic gifts to start the week.
"Artistic Marriage"
Peggy was very pampered
by her husband, who was even-tempered.
She initially to him was drawn
one day when he sat on her lawn
to start painting, early, at dawn.
Other talents soon did emerge
as his poetic gifts did surge
and with Peggy's interests did verge.
Yes, being married to an artist is a gift
that each day her spirits does lift.
Owen gives a new & far more romantic meaning to "Get stuffed"! Thanks to him I now know the meanng of géis or geas, and could almost wish myself inside his poem.
He and Misty agree on a different usage for "drawn" than Yrs Trly.
I appreciate her multiple rhymes, showing we needn't settle for playing the J-words "verge" & "emerge" merely off one another. Mightn't the vocab wealth be the influence of Peggy's artistic beau?
My late night appetite may explain my interest in a foodie poem.
Heheh.
I thought the "Tempura" title was a stroke of (if not genius)--a rich hunger pang!
~ OMK
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