I do not usually make a habit of taking a picture of a complete stranger without their OK or at least their knowing it. BUT, sometimes the temptation is just too great, as evidenced by this pic from last winter in Mexico. If he is still there when we go down in January, I’ll get a little worried (LOL). Maybe, just maybe, I can learn to relax in a like manner! Cheers.
A limerick is a humorous poem of 5 lines. Lines 1,2 & 5 must have 7-10 syllables and rhyme. Lines 3 & 4 must have 5 -7 syllables and also rhyme.
OK, easy enough, and a great opportunity to play with words and have fun. My first exposure to a limerick was reading some of the works of Ogden Nash. From that point on I was hooked. And I haven’t even been to Nantucket!
So, here are 3 of my offerings. The first 2 are recent and number 3 was published in the summer but I think it fits nicely here as a reprise. Enjoy.
This once was a body I knew,
That could dance away on cue.
But now I just totter,
While passing waste water,
Depends, someone said, are for you.
I’ve heard of those who run in a circle,
Wringing their hands, awaiting a mir’cle.
Dancing near naked, I’m told,
Is scary, and oh so bold.
While waiting for their turn at ur’nal.
I am told of a suitcase from Durbin,
That always enjoyed a good bourbon.
When filled to capacity,
It had the audacity,
To be rather mean and disturbin.
I believe in magic. And why not. Magic has been around since the first wand was waved. It was there when I was growing up, and it is still there; and I am still growing. I have aged ever so slightly, but not too old to not be mystified and transformed by words, the world and wisdom.
And I am talking about real magic here; pure, unadulterated, fairy popping , magic! Not illusion – illusion as defined by Webster is something that is false or not real but seems to be true or real. This is magic in it’s most honest sense. Magic that has the power to influence the course of events by employing mysterious forces.
Now let’s bring this along to a personal level. Into my life enters a lady that has worked magic. That has made things happen that science could probably find an answer for, but that would ruin all my fun. Magic has entered my life, and I like it. I have been touched; by her words and her heart, with kindness, caring and honesty. And in other ways. I have been intrigued, excited, my curiosity piqued, my being challenged. But above all, there is a stirring in my soul. I have had a whole new world presented magically to me; it was always there, but I was blind to it. I have been smitten by the power of one….. and love.
After my divorce, I became bottled up in my own anger and regret. I felt alienated, and did not want to associate with anybody. But that is not how life works. In time, I welcomed a new person into my life and the magic began. I feel like I have had a spell cast over me; one of love, kindness, patience and understanding.
I didn’t know it at the time, but I was on a journey, misunderstood by some, but it was mine, not theirs to make sense of. This journey is far from over. Oh, that magic, it is still weaving it’s spell.
So,… there is a word I don’t see every day, or use for that matter. Now, what examples to find. As one fellow blogger put it “yikes”.
Into the archives. After much pawing about, I came up with a few pics that I hope will fit the bill. See what you think.
My first find was discovered this past summer washed up on the beach at Tofino, British Columbia. Transformed by wind and water over a number of years into this rather grotesque sculpture. I suspect it was at one time part of the root of a western red cedar. How long it was there is anybody’s guess; subject to the comings and goings of tide and time.
This one caught my eye as we were walking through Vancouver. And you thought windows were flat! Reminds me of the mirrors in the fun house at a carnival.
These two I have used before, but they are fun and shows what can happen when one has a shaky grip on the camera. We are not being invaded here, just the moon on the move.
So there you have it. I’m sure I could find other pics, but that digging I will leave up to you. Cheers. Transmogrify
With apologies to Samuel Taylor Coleridge, we live, for the most part in a very watery world. It is the giver of life; but for how much longer? The level of pollution in our streams, lakes and oceans is simply not apparent to most people. We grab our glass or bottle of highly processed H2O and think nothing of it.
And yet, for the most part, we, and the environment around us flourish. For now.
Water can be for fun/pleasure, a sustainer of life, a safe environment for wildlife, provider of food, a means of employment, a thing of beauty, and a destroyer of life.
As for myself, and I hope also for most of you who read this blog, the well has not run dry. I can only hope for future generations that the life stream will still be there.
So raise your glass with the elixir of life, but remember, fish were there first, and we all know what they do in water!!H2O