I’ve been reluctant to create a new post, mostly because I’ve loved pulling up the blog and seeing David’s cozy picture of our den (sigh) at the top of the page. I love his photography. You can see some more of in tucked in the archives of this site. If you go there, you might also want to read his latest blog entry. It’s very touching. Okay, plug is over. –But the race is on: the Christmastime flavor poll has heated up, with pumpkin spice and eggnog neck and neck. Poor tabasco.
Let’s have a little poetry. Before I inflict my latest scribbles on you, though, I’d like to pay tribute to one of my favorite wordsmiths. …A giant of a man immortalized in the classic movie, “The Princess Bride.” Yes, I’m talking about Fezzik, the great rhymer. Let’s listen in…
Inigo Montoya: That Vizzini, he can *fuss*.
Fezzik: Fuss, fuss… I think he like to scream at *us*.
Inigo Montoya: Probably he means no *harm*.
Fezzik: He’s really very short on *charm*.
Inigo Montoya: You have a great gift for rhyme.
Fezzik: Yes, yes, some of the time.
Vizzini: Enough of that.
Inigo Montoya: Fezzik, are there rocks ahead?
Fezzik: If there are, we all be dead.
Vizzini: No more rhymes now, I mean it.
Fezzik: Anybody want a peanut?
Genius. I’d hate to go up against Fezzik in a Rhyme-Off. Do any of you have the gift for rhyme? Anyway, that movie always brings a grin to my face, and I’d thought you’d like a smile, too.
Okay, (big, sudden transition)…here’s some other stuff I wrote tonight:
Eyes search, looking into inky blankness
Peering for Something
Only consuming chill and cavernous echoes provide company.
Yet in time the day comes and gently washes away the opaqueness,
Revealing it all – much closer than life – it startles,
Filling the horizon and sky
reclining regally on a throne of ancient rock,
Lean in over all below–watching, and
It displays the sifting of snow like powdery hair that was
Always pale with wisdom, soft hairs without number.
Gossamer crown of cloud in place, it
(to those who take notice)
that it will be unmoved from this throne,
Even as darkness returns for a moment.