| || month, chord, excess, poetry, noted composer.
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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.
15 comments:
I looked at the cartoon and the solution just popped up. Then I looked over the clue words anyway. Had a a little trouble with the fourth one, but not much. I'm sure none of you, however, will have any problem at all with that one.
Owen, I'm always happy to hear from you on the blog; it lets me know you're feeling well enough to post a comment, at least.
Sandy ~ The longer word popped up instantly, but it took a little while for me to figure they weren't bragging about how "toned" the Maestro was.
Owen ~ Glad you were able to post the Jumble. Let me repeat again that if you need to send me any technical info, use my email, fowler@uci.edu. Please put "Jumble" in the subject line.
I don't have a smarty phone, so unable to receive phone text. I'm a Luddite, a holdout when it comes to phones. I think of myself as the cat who won't be "belled."
Why on earth does anyone want to be reachable all the time?! Gad!!
~ OMK
I think my 8-liner below is solid, but I must apologize for its title, which has nothing at all to do with the content.
I just couldn't resist a riff on today's silly solution, so I call my ditty a...
"Coated Nose Hair"
I was hesitant to write poetry daily,
but it has struck a chord with me.
For 5 months now I've enjoyed it, mainly,
only sometimes scribbling reluctantly.
I count verbal economy as success.
I want to string my clues compactly.
I try to avoid adding lines in excess,
merely to bring a "dogie" home free.
~ OMK
"Favorite Poet"
Eliot's poetry was highly noted,
frequently cited, repeatedly quoted,
with lyrics that simply soared
and achieved a perfect chord.
He never indulged in excess
which made him a great success.
A composer of lovely rhymes
with melodies like chimes.
A poetic champion of our times.
(I read his work ever month . . .
well, okay, every couple years or so)
Ah,
Misty ~
In the room the women come and go
Do-si-do-ing, don'tcha know...?
A lovely tribute to Thomas Stearns,
a gent what pays out more'n he earns.
~ OMK
Loved your poem, Ol' Man Keith--but would really appreciate an explanation for the icky title?
You've probably figured it out by now, Misty. But consider it in relation to the Jumble solution.
My "icky" title is a slightly askew Spoonerism. I like its overall assonance.
Now, I admit the syllable count is wrong. Does it help if I correct for that in this version:
"Coated, a Nose Hair"?
~ OMK
Of course the revised title kicks the "N" out of its privileged position. Speaking Spooner-wise.
Count the "N" as still leading the second half; ignore the intruded article, except for the syllabic rhythm.
(Let me know when to stop.)
~ OMK
Wilfred is getting antsy.
His liege lord is playing outlaw
While kingdoms totter and nobles cabal.
Every month seemed like May but a very, merry band
Of men feasted and sang. Perhaps the chords were out of tune
But Richard, Robin, Friar Tuck and the yeomrn were having a grand
Old time. Only Wilfred was wary what with the excess of jesting. "Soon"
He counseled Robin, "This must end. Composing poetry, I note, this day
Is fine and dandy. But who knows what danger lurks. We must up and away."
WC
Thanks, WC! I liked the swing & flow of your Ivanhoe verse today.
Short but very sweet.
My only caveat is that Wilfred's counsel implies that composing poetry may not be dangerous when, in fact, we all know how lethal it can feel.
~ OMK
Wilbur, this episode is fascinating, not so much for plot development as for character. More, please! Soon.
That was supposed to be"Yeomen".
Thanks Sandy, everyone's encouragement is special and especially yours. And Misty. And Keith. And even occasionally, Owen.
Thirty+ chapters in and Ivanhoe talks. Talk about character development. I've alluded to it before but the original dream was to create a tale out of Scott's novel similar to Hamilton or perhaps Les Miserables.
The "Characters" would be Wamba and Gurth; Cedric and Athelstane; Rebecca and , yes, Sir Brian de Bois. Ivanhoe is seen but never heard; Athelstane battles Front de Boeuf with a leg of mutton for a sword.
Rebecca in the end realized that Brian was her true love; Ivanhoe walks off the stage with his true love Richard.
But I couldn't do that here. My story diverts from Scott's quite a bit while my Jumbleings follow the novel closely.
We will see Athelstane next week if the J's cooperate. But you hit the nail on the head Sandy, character development is the key.
Btw, I've finished the CC week. Saturday wasn't as hard as many, Friday was hard. I had to fight Naticks galore though in the Delaware section. Ever get completely hemmed in? I worked my way out but was left with a pop-cul ref I'd never heard of.
WC
Wilbur👍
Wilbur, I loved the way you worked the Jumble words into your elegant poem. Many thanks.
Okay, Ol' Man Keith, I had to look up what a spoonerism is, and finally figured out how your icky poem title worked. Very clever and funny. The things I learn on this blog!
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