I don't write, I paint myself blind with words...diogenes herded...ignorance...gilded cages...filling up on beauty unleashed...free will's maddening fractures...eyes that need to smell to see...
That it is ... even when cold, dark and desolate, there is need for sharing our joyfully social and embraceable humanity when Winter ... curling, I call it some sort of glacial shuffleboard the speed of wonder and awe over how water turns to ice ... and thanks for stopping in ...
Barrel fires and whisky to keep warm and frictional science applied to time's passage and this broom and stone entertainment serving as a tonic comradery of Winter. Though it must said beer is also consumed, especially these days ...
Oh excellent, Edward! I thought that curling only happened in Ireland but obviously not. That's a great photograph. I love the way you convey the warmth and camaraderie.
Oh I do love this! I remember watching curling in the Olympics, perhaps...and thinking how strange...but that is simply becuase I am not acquainted with the sport. Perhaps I should have been enjoying some bourbon while I was watching? :)
That's a great memorial. Curling is an interesting sport to watch on TV. Being from the south, I've never quite understood how it's played, but I can see the fellowship joined in your verse.
I love the inclusion of smell and association to winter. I also like the picture included and the overall thematic of the poem. Yet the bourbon line is what sticks and stirs me the most.
I almost feel that curling is a great excuse to meet and enjoy between friends... Love that picture.
ReplyDeleteThat it is ... even when cold, dark and desolate, there is need for sharing our joyfully social and embraceable humanity when Winter ... curling, I call it some sort of glacial shuffleboard the speed of wonder and awe over how water turns to ice ... and thanks for stopping in ...
DeleteYou bring me right there, up north cold yet having fun with that curling sport ~
ReplyDeleteThanks for joining us Edward ~
Yes, yes ... : ^ )
DeleteLove this one, and I like curling.
ReplyDeleteThank You ...
DeleteI don't know much about curling, but I didn't think they did it inside with ice on a barn floor. Interesting.
ReplyDeleteBarrel fires and whisky to keep warm and frictional science applied to time's passage and this broom and stone entertainment serving as a tonic comradery of Winter. Though it must said beer is also consumed, especially these days ...
DeleteOh excellent, Edward! I thought that curling only happened in Ireland but obviously not. That's a great photograph. I love the way you convey the warmth and camaraderie.
ReplyDeleteThank You for saying such :)
DeleteOh I do love this! I remember watching curling in the Olympics, perhaps...and thinking how strange...but that is simply becuase I am not acquainted with the sport. Perhaps I should have been enjoying some bourbon while I was watching? :)
ReplyDeleteYou have everything there in 44 words, the ice, the fire, the sport, the smell...wonderful!
ReplyDeleteYou've painted a wonderful scene with those 44 words. :)
ReplyDeleteDelightful! I can see it even without the picture. :)
ReplyDeleteI like how you drew out the "url" hiding in "curl" with that hyphen. Also the double meaning in "spirits." Same for "ends." :)
ReplyDeleteI could feel the close-knit friendship - the bourbon tempers the chill.
ReplyDeleteA sport many are unfamiliar with. Great descriptions.
ReplyDeleteA lovely evocation.
ReplyDeleteFun, I had thought of that sport too, but knowing nothing about it, didn't write. Yours adds a fun perspective.
ReplyDeleteThat's a great memorial. Curling is an interesting sport to watch on TV. Being from the south, I've never quite understood how it's played, but I can see the fellowship joined in your verse.
ReplyDeleteSuperb, it is so well-matched to the image. Back to those days of old.
ReplyDeletebetter to be lucky than good ... images have a way of finding the words themselves almost ... thank you ...
DeleteFabulous. Love the photo, too.
ReplyDeleteGratitude ...
DeleteLOVE this, Edward! :)
ReplyDeletesometimes the prompt just strikes a right note and voila ... thank you :)
DeleteI love the inclusion of smell and association to winter. I also like the picture included and the overall thematic of the poem. Yet the bourbon line is what sticks and stirs me the most.
ReplyDeleteA most evocative write!!
ReplyDeleteExcellent, Edward. The sport of curling never occurred to me!
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