tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682499942234804128.post588620764516053149..comments2024-03-24T07:40:30.032-04:00Comments on A Word Edgewise: Happy ThanksgivingLinda Mitchellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00833034575304594924noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682499942234804128.post-77869434200897992112021-11-29T21:04:39.871-05:002021-11-29T21:04:39.871-05:00Oh Hamish, your way with words. the slippery mud o...Oh Hamish, your way with words. the slippery mud of sin...wow plus writing on vellum paperJonehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04299647754479967070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682499942234804128.post-17022552070019772082021-11-29T21:02:32.231-05:002021-11-29T21:02:32.231-05:00November is gravy! I love that. And all the othe...November is gravy! I love that. And all the other things that November is...and now to check in on Hamish.Jonehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04299647754479967070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682499942234804128.post-79874304411977576292021-11-29T12:22:23.154-05:002021-11-29T12:22:23.154-05:00Wow, Linda, there's so much I love about this ...Wow, Linda, there's so much I love about this poem, especially:<br />November is a chilly<br />rainy day chat<br />with a cuppa cocoa<br /><br />and the ending:<br />after raking blessings<br />into orange and gold quilts<br />to cover flower beds <br />for winter sleep.<br /><br />Marvelous! And Hamish's poem is terrific too, especially the ending:<br />keep us free <br />from lameness, malady<br />and the slippery<br />mud of sin.<br />So perfect as Hamish stands beside St. Luke, the patron of physicians as well as of artists. Well done!Carmela Martinohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15543808551988338496noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682499942234804128.post-50382637103606421192021-11-29T08:12:07.537-05:002021-11-29T08:12:07.537-05:00Linda, I am finally here. Thank Hamish for the bea...Linda, I am finally here. Thank Hamish for the beautiful morning prayer with the thought: "keep us free/from lameness, malady/and the slippery/mud of sin." In our haste for blessings, we sometimes forget the animals that surround us and their needs. Interesting that your final November thought, "after raking blessings/into orange and gold quilts/to cover flower beds /for winter sleep", reminds me that the gardeners came this weekend to tuck my garden beds in for their long winter nap. Blessings for your post, Linda.Carol Varsalonahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02589714711155938528noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682499942234804128.post-5113816947144342082021-11-27T16:39:59.930-05:002021-11-27T16:39:59.930-05:00This is great, Linda--and that first stanza is jus...This is great, Linda--and that first stanza is just killer! Gorgeous!laurasalashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13807781795919555208noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682499942234804128.post-18096974105675708932021-11-27T06:03:39.960-05:002021-11-27T06:03:39.960-05:00Oh, my--I adore that first stanza, and you did cap...Oh, my--I adore that first stanza, and you did capture the full range of November's curses and blessings (although you made the wet chilly curses sound cozy also). And oh, if I were going to be Christian, would that I were Christian like Hamish, in his bellowing beside the vellum, in his steady plod around the slippery mud of sin.Blessings to you, Linda!Heidi Mordhorsthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16496427007514895950noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682499942234804128.post-60974887285283532912021-11-26T15:15:03.359-05:002021-11-26T15:15:03.359-05:00I LOVE this! I love the idea of five-space in grav...I LOVE this! I love the idea of five-space in gravy, too - wow. And imagining it muddy and a bit cold at first with sports and then warmed by the end -- and ready for sleep! -- is a very complete picture. I really, really like this!tanita✿davishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01671822274852087499noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682499942234804128.post-91618682651594157432021-11-26T11:42:51.831-05:002021-11-26T11:42:51.831-05:00Dark-by-five spice. So true. What a great poem!Dark-by-five spice. So true. What a great poem!Susan T.https://www.blogger.com/profile/18089222122168879532noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682499942234804128.post-41048123311477122762021-11-26T11:34:11.357-05:002021-11-26T11:34:11.357-05:00Simply wonderful, Linda. I love "all the year...Simply wonderful, Linda. I love "all the year's juices" & that you included special ones we need to remember. And, I think Hamish is headed to be in a book!Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682499942234804128.post-65941465873050304542021-11-26T10:36:05.631-05:002021-11-26T10:36:05.631-05:00You have nailed November, Linda. "It runs in ...You have nailed November, Linda. "It runs in muddy" and "November is a chilly rainy day chat." I love LHA's quote, too. Happy November and Holiday to you. Janice Scullyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13913934779785635150noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682499942234804128.post-39596382992299092032021-11-26T09:32:29.099-05:002021-11-26T09:32:29.099-05:00For the win with "the slippery mud of sin&quo...For the win with "the slippery mud of sin" and "dark-by-five spice!" Here's another vote for an oxymoron poem!Mary Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09078793537148794310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682499942234804128.post-23318632235786220312021-11-26T09:29:21.260-05:002021-11-26T09:29:21.260-05:00Linda, there is so much to love here. "dark-b...Linda, there is so much to love here. "dark-by-five spice" and "raking blessings" into those gorgeous quilts fill my eyes. I am hoping not only for an oxymoronic poem, but also a whole series of month personification poems. Is this the first month you've written about? Denise Krebshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00583406241247334445noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682499942234804128.post-46651872086706507012021-11-26T07:55:55.871-05:002021-11-26T07:55:55.871-05:00A gravy word! Dear Linda, you are indeed a lucky p...A gravy word! Dear Linda, you are indeed a lucky poet. And we are lucky readers! You and Hamish have got to do an oxymoron poem as Kat suggested. Pretty please? Brilliant! xoIrene Lathamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04905936104127707762noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682499942234804128.post-89616065203832811792021-11-26T04:22:36.187-05:002021-11-26T04:22:36.187-05:00Beautiful, Linda. 'Raking blessings into orang...Beautiful, Linda. 'Raking blessings into orange and gold quilts'🧡 A gravy word, running in muddy. There is just so much! (And I'm remembering our shared November cuppas and chat; in your kitchen, the coffee shop, and your library.💛) <br /><br />Hamish's Thanksgiving prayer wonderful. Keep us free from the slippery mud of sin, indeed!<br /><br />Also ... It just popped into my head, that Hamish could write an oxymoron poem. (Not that it's a form that I know of. But surely he could think of something!)KatApel - katswhiskers.wordpress.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01297639228969549518noreply@blogger.com