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The opening poem contains all the words (or variations of them) from today's Jumble.
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This is a description of things to come, how an alien form worked its way through our own hands into an unusual form & manifested in a…
“Future Stance. See?
Working fresh gypsum into Plaster of Paris,
led to a snarl of the greatest size.
It was lucent; it glowed; it rolled off the terrace,
and, measuring in monsters, took the prize.
~ OMK
"Friendship"
Florence dreamed of a future
where all her conflicts she'd suture.
She and pals would no longer quarrel
and at each other snarl.
They would start a new friendship afresh
and their cares and interests mesh
with new ties that would soon become
as close as bonds of gypsum.
The project was a bit chancy
but its outcome was lovely and fancy,
translucent and never coy,
with new friendships full of joy.
"Yo ho, there! Ebenezer! Dick! …Yo ho, my boys!" said Fezziwig. "No more work to-night. Christmas Eve, Dick. Christmas, Ebenezer. Let's have the shutters up," cried old Fezziwig, with a sharp clap of his hands, "before a man can say Jack Robinson!”
Ah, yes, dear old Fezziwig! I used to do a reading of the Carol, with a wonderful back-up trio of singers. Those were good times.
Misty ~ What a lovely poem you’ve given us, straightforward & without irony, with respect for the “chanciness” of your quixotic subject.
“…lovely and fancy/ translucent and never coy/ with new friendships full of joy.”
~OMK
My goodness, what an incredibly kind comment on my verse--thank you, OMK.
And the things we learn on Jumble. I had to look up Fezziwig--never heard of him--and was embarrassed to find that he's a major figure in Dickens' "The Christmas Carol"--and a kind contrast to Ebenezer Scrooge.
This is one of the problems of growing up in Austria and not learning English until coming to the US when I was 12 or so. Dickens just wasn't part of my youth, and when I did get into literature it was James Joyce who was my hero.
So, thank you, OMK for finally making me learn about Fezziwig.
Misty, don't feel too bad about it. I grew up in the US, probably saw some version of Christmas Carol on TV every year growing up, read the story before I was in my teens, and still had look up who Fezziwig was.
Owen, sometimes names are hard to remember, but I bet you remembered that in his youth Scrooge had a kind employer who helped all his employees to celebrate Christmas.
[Chet reminisces with Lois]
I can't deny that my journey to health wasn't free of snarls and snags
The solid gypsum of sobriety wasn't set in solid stone,
I was barely lucent, my mind hardly clear , too much alone.
But my sponsor Neal had been there and saw the red flags.
He knew I needed a fresh start and in my heart I knew he never lied to me
"If it suits your fancy, I suggest you practice the principles of sobriety"
WC
Wilbur, I think it probably did a bit more than suit his fancy. I guess that's the peril of having to work jumble words into a story. But I did enjoy reading more about Chet. Thanks for the update on him.
Thank you for the kind words, OMK.
And neat poem, Wilbur.
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