| || reuse, block, vacant, canola, lost (his) balance.
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The opening poem contains all the words (or variations of them) from today's Jumble.
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8 comments:
"Perdu son Equilibre"
When I was a kid I played "Jacques le Chef"
in a vacant house one block over.
It was under construction, and when the crew left
at four p.m., I'd be owner.
I would head directly for the half-built kitchen
and park myself by the sink,
where I'd immerse myself in my daily fiction:
a new menu of food and drink.
I'd arrange my invisible meats and veggies,
my fantasy pots and pans.
I liked to imagine meals a bit edgy,
not just opening cans.
I'd warm a spoon of Canola in a small steel skillet
ready to sauté some shrimp.
The oil'd be reused, from a crab or fish fillet;
I knew the virtue of the scrimp.
Whatever my choices for an afternoon's feast,
I'd keep one eye on the clock.
I'd need to be home by six at the least,
for Mom to feed affame Jacques.
~ OMK
"Good Riddance"
The star many roles did re-use
in order to get good reviews.
She worked hard her rivals to block
a move that allowed her to rock.
But one day her audience was scant
with theater seats nearly vacant.
Her behavior had come at a cost
and her fan base she had lost.
By taking an unkind chance
she had finally lost her balance.
Her career turned into canola--
"Goodbye, mean and unkind Lola."
Brilliant and delightful poem this morning, Ol' Man Keith! I loved the way you worked that tricky Canola into Jacque's boyhood story.
My own verse treads a little into your territory, and I just hope it wasn't unkind or offensive.
Ou peut-être perdu son solde bancaire, Monsieur OMK???
Sandy ~ Absoutement. Les deux types d'équilibre - dans sa banque et dans son corps.
Misty ~ Thanks very much. This was one of those poems where I had no idea at all where it was going.
How to connect my childhood fun in exploring half-built houses with--cooking oil?!
Surprise, surprise, I think it worked out.
BTW, did you know that Canola stands for Canadian Oil?
How sad for your Lola. But that is a price one must be willing to pay if one chooses to be typed, using the same or similar roles again and again.
A true "star" can get away with it. It may not be art, but it fills a certain void in the lives of a star's fans.
Ah, but if those fans don't want to see her repeating herself, aren't willing to accept her avatar into their lives, then it was just bad judgment.
One can only abandon art for stardom if an audience is willing to go along.
~ OMK
I solved CC on Tuesday and fell short on J#4. I returned an hour ago and grok'ing the solution realized that it ended in A and voila as mon ami et amie seem to be adroit in.
Marvelous poem OMK, I suspected it had memories and you cooked up a great story.
Misty tres excellent, aussi. I think actors are always wary of being typecast.
I haven't been in the right mood to wrap up Ivanhoe.
WC
That's ok, Wilbur; gives us more time to look forward to the denoument. After New Years, maybe?
Excellent advice, Ol' Man Keith--I only hope Lola reads it so that she can get her career back on track.
Thank you too for the kind words, Wilbur. I'll look forward to your Ivanhoe wrap-up!
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