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Walter the Wizard was a powerful mage.
His apprentice was proud of his tutelage.
Sometimes battles against dragons he'd wage.
Other times he was just bossy to his village.
Discovering new potions was his obsession,
He'd churn ingredients over in his mind.
Successes were practical, or a whimsical expression.
Others were like cement, that he had to unwind.
One of his best was kernels of magic maize.
Planted where wind chimes caused crow fears,
The wind would rustle, and the chime played;
The melodious tinkling was music to his ears.
Iโll go easy on the Poetics today,
and start things off with a mere 17 syllables.
Todayโs Jumble haiku:
(I am not sure the head cow could tell the difference between a new herd member and the latest version of a cement mixer. She stood stock still for hoursโฆ)
โMixing it (or Music) to (a Cowโs) Earsโ
โWizard,โ the bossy
cow, chewed cud & stared, while the
cement slowly churned.
~ OMK
The monastery barber was drunk that morn,
When Brother Robert had his tonsure shorn.
The hairy result
Was at fault --
Brother Bob's "tuft guy" nickname was born!
BTW, a Happy First Full Day of Spring to All!
The equinox was fulfilled mid-day on Monday, so today is the longest complete day of what is traditionally the most tempestuous season of the year, when the climate is torn between lions (a-ROAR!) and lambs (ba-aa).
To my comrades in verbosity, be well & be sharp!
~ OMK
I started with a variation of my usual first word, then rose to the occasion, but tried to get my hands on things before getting down to business.
Wordle 640 4/6*
โฌ๐จโฌโฌโฌ
โฌ๐ฉ๐ฉโฌ๐จ
๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ฉโฌ๐ฉ
๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ฉ
Hear this Music
Bossy the cow, a Brown Swiss,
Grazed high on an Alpen meadow.
Her tail moved with a swish,
To bell chime soft and low.
She gave plenty of high-fat milk
Which churned (donโt whiz hard!) like silk
Into butter so rich - never tough like cement.
It was easily worth the ascent.
Owen took the wizard and ran with that theme, using some beautiful imagery.
OMK and I went with the cow (I took the Bossy as name, while he took the Wizard, which was harder to incorporate into a haiku).
I smiled at the back story.
Then Owen takes the W in a new direction, evoking another smile.
Happy Spring. We saw our first robins on the lawn today- looking for worms in the snow, poor things.
Anonymous 1805-
The north wind doth blow,
And we shall have snow,
And what will the robin do then, Poor thing?
He'll sit in a barn,
And keep himself warm,
And hide his head under his wing, Poor thing!
"Music Magic"
The wizard was bossy
and hard as cement.
His temper was saucy
and frequently vent.
But hearing music
his emotions did churn,
and its sound in his ears
made his feelings turn.
Now he lost his fears
and his eyes filled with tears.
Misty went with the wizard. And as is her custom, the bossy, hot-tempered wizard was transformed by the power of music.
Lovely.
Where is WC? Are we going to have a wizard or a cow at the wedding?
CEh! - Enjoyed your poem and your comments. I appreciated how you embedded the W-word. Before I used it to name my cow, I almost went with my own version.
I only got this far:
โBossy was taking
a whizโarduously churn-
ingโฆ.โ
โand you can see why I cut it short. My research showed me that dairymen do actually call their alpha cow โBossyโ as a nickname, so I opted to go with both names to designate my Holstein.
Happy to read that your โBrown Swissโ (Jersey? Guernsey?) gives silken milk.
Cement is very hard to drink.
~ OMK
I see Misty went with a mage-type wizard. I take his โhardโness to be of his personality or temperament. Cement is a difficult analog to fit with either. Maybe just as tough or hard as CEhโs is to drink!
I like that his โsaucyโ feelings gave in to music. Music can be a powerful converter.
My haiku followed from my association of cement with one of those big-bellied mixers. I couldnโt resist the image of a stolid, cud-chewing bovine facing off with a slow-churning mixer,
each wondering whether the other โฆ
will blink first.
~ OMK
Poor thing, indeedโthat hidden Robin!
I feel for him, CanadianEh!
I spent too many years hiding from snow myself, not to sympathize.
This morning in fact, SoCal let me down. Not with snow, but with blustering rainfall and near gale-force winds, an โatmospheric riverโ that should never occur in this balmy part of the land!
I had to go out in this mess, and I would have much preferred to hide my head under my wing.
~ OMK
We have an abundance, a richness of contributions from our reliable voices today.
Owen led us off with Walter the Wizard. I see โcementโ was his way of describing an unsuccessful potion.
No fooling.
I liked that his magic maize was greeted by wind chimes.
His 2nd piece was one of his signature limericks. Always brief & to the point.
I suspect Wilburโs absence (so far) does not betoken a lack of concern, but that he is busily cooking up a wedding nonpareil.
~ OMK
Owen, how nice to hear, that you too put music in Walter's ear.
OMK, you turned your wizard into a bossy cow, and gave her some tasty cuds to chow.
CE!, I hope your robin will sing, and keep himself warm until the spring.
Wilbur, we miss you so very much, and hope you will soon be in touch.
Wishing you all a great Tuesday, one that's not a sadness or blues day.
Wordle 21 March โ23
Par=4
Wordle 640 3/6
โฌโฌ๐จ๐จ๐จ
๐ฉโฌ๐จ๐จโฌ
๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ฉ
Neither hard
nor firm, but
also very like
cement โฆ
~ OMK
My wordke posts seen to disappear. Here's today's Wordle 640 4/6
โฌ๐จโฌโฌโฌ
โฌโฌ๐ฉ๐จโฌ
๐ฉโฌ๐ฉโฌโฌ
๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ฉ
I had to T it up from a difficult lie
To get my par
WC
[Chet grabbed a minute to let me know how the wedding went]
My heart was churning seeing Lois walk down the aisle
But my heartbeat relaxed as I beheld Lois's radiant smile
We cemented our partnership with vows both earnest and true
To whatever wizard in heaven designed this happy fate: Thank you.
Embossed on my heart is the sight of Lois shedding happy tears
As we marched out to "Too-ra-loo-rah-loo-rah" it was music to our ears
WC
Too-ra-loo-rah-LAY!
Gotcha!
Were they dressed in green?
I hope this comes near to what youโre seeingโฆ
Chet will always recall
the freshest image of allโ
when Lois came down the aisle
smiling all the while
sincerely, lacking guile,
turning the flower-decked hall
to a shrine worthy of Heimdall!
~ OMK
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