| || outdo, ozone, agenda, fossil, "sofa," so good.
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The opening poem contains all the words (or variations of them) from today's Jumble.
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This one...
isn't the worst.
(I put myself in their mindset to reach that conclusion.)
~ OMK
"Items, Good: Next?"
The storm last night brought a variety of smells.
First came the tang of ozone before the rain,
and the petrichor after rang all my bells.
Nature's agenda stirred my childhood again.
One item seemed to outdo the next in power.
Even an old fossil like me reveled in the shower.
~ OMK
"Brenda's Agenda"
Brenda had an agenda
determined to support her gender:
she would not be docile
and act like a fossil.
She was determined to own
her world of ozone.
It was time to outdo
all the men in her queque
who sat on her sofa
and dozed like a loafer.
No, she would not be rude,
but have good attitude
and a joyful mood.
Did her plan come through?
You bet. Did she woo
the guys in her hood?
So far, so good.
Delightful poem, Ol' Man Keith, with unusual words like PETRICHOR? I just looked it up and it appears to be a pleasant "earthy scent produced when rain falls on dry soil." The things I learn from your poetry!
Wilbur,, my goodness, thank you for your comment on my birthday, and for reminding me of my birth and its trauma for my late mother. I was born in Austria at the time of World War II and my birth father was at the Russian front when I was born. He ended up missing in action, and although my mother sent him a telegram about my birth, we don't know if he ever received it. For the next seven years my mother went to the Red Cross center every Sunday, where they listed the names of the missing in action soldiers where they were found, dead or alive. But we never learned the fate of my father, and after seven years he was declared legally dead. That allowed my mother to remarry, and she then married an American GI, who became my Dad, and brought us to the United States when he was discharged from the army. My mother passed away some years ago, but my Dad is still alive and well at 92 years of age, and I talked to him just a few minutes ago to wish him a Merry Christmas. Sorry, to go on so long, but you called up this entire memory for me today--thank you for that.
Wilbur, your posted notes gave us much to chew over. I was taken by several references that eluded me on first reading. Your comment on births during hard times seemed especially apropos in the Xmas season. I had to do a bit of calculating to realize you were referring to Misty's actual birth in 1945 to her mother in the crisis of a failing, surrounded nation--during the capital-lettered historic Battle of the Bulge.
That set me wondering precisely which St. Petersburg you meant, the one in our relatively safe, comfortable southern state--or the long-suffering set-upon city known in those years as Leningrad. (I have been listening recently to Shostakovich's 7th symphony.)
As far as skirting past the violence in Ivanhoe goes, I admit I missed it. But I appreciate Scott's (& your) sensitivity in not catering to the bloody porn of our own time of drone (hands-free) warfare.
But I guess I still wanted more detail on how the combatants bore themselves in the duel--as a matter of character study.
~ OMK
Misty, I believe--I believe your Brenda found it possible to outdo all those louche, lazy loafers without losing her good nature.
Did she woo them too?
Ah, that, as Hamlet says, is the question.
I think she should probably have dumped most of the rotters. But that is for you to say.
Four enjoyable stanzas!
From earlier postings, I knew something of your birth in Austria. In today's posting you filled in more details.
It is hard these days for us to imagine the excited highs and terrible lows of that period of "modern history." I'm glad you survived so well, but it was surely a time of daily grief and torment for your parents.
Perhaps they found it endurable, even a drudge, on a day by day basis (until it ended, however it did for your father), but it is so alien to us that we cannot ever know it.
As an artist and quondam actor, I respect the difference between what I can imagine and what I can only approach with great awe.
Again, I am happy for you--and that your Dad is still living and healthy and apparently enjoying life.
~ OMK
I came across "petrichor" for the first time about a year ago. It made me happy to find there was a word to identify that wonderful aroma, when the earth smells so sweet after the first rain.
It is the same odor we enjoy when watering plants that have been dry too long.
~ OMK
Misty beat me to the sofa/loafer bit
His head was in the ozone it seemed
She had her agenda and she deemed
Today was the day to go out and do
This and that. "What's wrong with you?
You're not an old fossil. Get off that sofa
It'll be good to get out you old loafer"
Thank you for your very kind and thoughtful comments, Ol' Man Keith.
And what a delightful verse, Wilbur. Thank you, too.
Yes, St Pete, FLA where I lived 2009-13 and Snow birding 05-08.
Believe it not, after the buildup: gallop,clash,and Sir Brian is dead.
Now in the original as I recall there was a fight. Perhaps I'm thinking of one of the movies. There's been several.
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