| mealy, yodel, inhale, global, gold(!) mine. |
| lunacy, tawdry, matter, wallop, palace, huddle, well "thawed"-out plan.
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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.
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From a mealy-mouthed youth, he blossomed to a star.
That's how the bios of celebrities always are.
But in real life, how many find the way?
It's not just talent, but luck has to play.
Somewhere in this world there is that global gold mine,
That key to fame and fortune, to women and to wine!
Oh, to inhale that rarefied Olympian mountain air!
But though you call and yodel for it, it's never there.
Winter had come, and the palace was a-light.
For the royal courts, it was a time of delight!
Balls and festivities filled evenings and days;
Skiing for pleasure, and dancing that sways!
But for the serfs, it was a different matter.
In tawdry hovels they huddle, teeth chatter.
Winds wallop shutters, hearth fires brew tea.
To venture outside without need -- lunacy!
A plan, well thought out, has reserves stashed,
Food in cupboards, and firewood amassed.
When the world is thawed out, rejoicing will see
The return of the sun to where it ought to be!
A couple of rather pessimistic poems today, Owen. Well, the j6 has some hope at the ending, doesn't it!
I always marvel at how you can take all those unconnected words and weave them into a coherent whole. Wish my brain was that creative, but alas my talents are more toward editing than writing, or toward analysis more than synthesis.
J4 jumble no real problem. Checked your j6 poem for a hint to the solution, and got one. V8 can moment when it became clear.
FLN. ATONAL held me up all day. The Riddle-Solution kinda banal. Wow, even Google doesn't like ATONAL
I've got half the J6's. I'll keep working on it
WC
I got all six and grok'ed THAW but thought POULET was the key word. Alas. "THAW POULET AND WELL" wouldn't cut it.
Very nice second poem.
WC
That first poem was written when I was sleepy and feeling rushed. I didn't like it much, either. The second one was after I woke up, and so late I didn't feel any deadline pressure.
Yes, when I reread the j6 poem, it's not all that pessimistic, but does clearly show the difference in experience based on class and economic situation.
Yeah, I started out with something similar. I think it was THAW PULLET LAW DONE or WAD LONE or DEW LOAN or something.
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