I love your poem!!! It’s wonderful. I can see it and feel it. “Her owner, a sailor, was older and paler than in times of net-casting”. Love it so much! And he gets company in the end. 🥰
I’m not a poet, but make something flow and rhyme and I can remember it for years. I memorized The Owl and the Pussycat at a young age and have never forgotten it, but was surprised when I told people about it when I was pregnant and couldn’t find anyone who knew it among my friends. And they also seemed surprised I’d memorized it. It was going to be my nursery theme back when I thought I’d be the kind of mother with a perfectly decorated nursery 🙄😂
I am 47 and 9 months old today. About this time every decade (well, since 27), I start champing at the bit for the milestone ahead. 30 felt like catching up to how I felt. As a kid, I thought 40 would be a magical time of calmness within myself, that I'd have a knowingness about life and so I was excited to see what it was actually like (I was both right and wrong in my childhood prediction). And 50? Dunno, except I long ago decided I would get knuckle tattoos for my 50th because the very idea makes me giggle. I've gone through iterations of funny and punny possibilities though these days, I'm considering LOVE LOVE in contrast to the classic LOVE HATE knuckles. I guess I'll find out in two years and three months!
Having you join Deathy Dialogues was magical - thank you, friend! Wishing you and your kiddos the continued adventure of your time together!
Ah! I love that you are just ahead of me on the path. Usually, every December, I start saying I’m the next age…to prepare myself for saying it. But now I’m savouring each month. Like a three year old who counts days.
I love that you are thinking of getting LOVE LOVE knuckles.
My former girlfriend (I don’t use the word ex, cuz we still love each other) got her knuckles tattooed with the words ‘hard’ and ‘femme’ but the femme knuckle had the first knuckle with the iron symbol, which is fe.
I watched her get them done. It was magic.
I got my first tattoo at 37.
My second at 45.
I am so very excited about growing into my wisdom. We talked about wisdom in our dialogues…but most of what I’ve known…it came with the package…and I’m finding as I get older…people are more likely to listen to me. That I appreciate. That getting older means people believe me.
So much goodness! I do find that there are unexpected privileges in this middle era - though for me, it’s sometimes in feeling taken as more reputable and sometimes in feeling less visible but in a liberating way. It’s like I have more space to show up however I want, which I suppose is also a consequence of letting go of all the mind-reading I was living in earlier in my life.
I also refer to my first spouse as my “first spouse” instead of ex because of the love that still lives between us. So nice when a change of roles doesn’t mean a severance of love; it sure doesn’t have to!
Yes! I too learnt that poem by memory when young. - And we learnt it too, as a song, which makes it easier to remember.
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Where Did They Get That Pea-Green boat?
The boat
Was remote.
It existed and lasted
On a wild shore blasted
By winds everlasting.
Her owner, a sailor,
Was older and paler
Than in times of net-casting.
The sailor found shelter
He sanded and dealt her
A pea-greenish paint hue.
They both wanted comp'ny
To sail the high sea
So owl and cat came too.
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Oh! How poetic! 🥰💖 I nearly did mine in ambit pentameter, but chickened out.
I love your poem, and that you learned the poem as a song.
I was a spoken word poet for about a decade, and memorized my own pieces, and crated rhythmic memorization patterns while I walked.
I can still recall almost all of them. Like second skin. Natural and a part of me.
I am glad you like my poem. I enjoyed composing it! I think rhyming absurdities fit the "whimsy" genre perfectly. 😊
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Except for one line that I need to brush up on, I can recite (and perform) all of "Mulga Bill's Bicycle", by A.B. (Banjo) Patterson.
If you ever look it up, it's helpful to have the context that this was written when bicycles were the penny-farthing style; very difficult to control!
It's a bit of colonial Australian folklore, I guess.
I am imagining a slightly younger you, reciting (and performing) poetry! How marvellous!
I love your poem!!! It’s wonderful. I can see it and feel it. “Her owner, a sailor, was older and paler than in times of net-casting”. Love it so much! And he gets company in the end. 🥰
I’m not a poet, but make something flow and rhyme and I can remember it for years. I memorized The Owl and the Pussycat at a young age and have never forgotten it, but was surprised when I told people about it when I was pregnant and couldn’t find anyone who knew it among my friends. And they also seemed surprised I’d memorized it. It was going to be my nursery theme back when I thought I’d be the kind of mother with a perfectly decorated nursery 🙄😂
I am 47 and 9 months old today. About this time every decade (well, since 27), I start champing at the bit for the milestone ahead. 30 felt like catching up to how I felt. As a kid, I thought 40 would be a magical time of calmness within myself, that I'd have a knowingness about life and so I was excited to see what it was actually like (I was both right and wrong in my childhood prediction). And 50? Dunno, except I long ago decided I would get knuckle tattoos for my 50th because the very idea makes me giggle. I've gone through iterations of funny and punny possibilities though these days, I'm considering LOVE LOVE in contrast to the classic LOVE HATE knuckles. I guess I'll find out in two years and three months!
Having you join Deathy Dialogues was magical - thank you, friend! Wishing you and your kiddos the continued adventure of your time together!
Ah! I love that you are just ahead of me on the path. Usually, every December, I start saying I’m the next age…to prepare myself for saying it. But now I’m savouring each month. Like a three year old who counts days.
I love that you are thinking of getting LOVE LOVE knuckles.
My former girlfriend (I don’t use the word ex, cuz we still love each other) got her knuckles tattooed with the words ‘hard’ and ‘femme’ but the femme knuckle had the first knuckle with the iron symbol, which is fe.
I watched her get them done. It was magic.
I got my first tattoo at 37.
My second at 45.
I am so very excited about growing into my wisdom. We talked about wisdom in our dialogues…but most of what I’ve known…it came with the package…and I’m finding as I get older…people are more likely to listen to me. That I appreciate. That getting older means people believe me.
So much goodness! I do find that there are unexpected privileges in this middle era - though for me, it’s sometimes in feeling taken as more reputable and sometimes in feeling less visible but in a liberating way. It’s like I have more space to show up however I want, which I suppose is also a consequence of letting go of all the mind-reading I was living in earlier in my life.
I also refer to my first spouse as my “first spouse” instead of ex because of the love that still lives between us. So nice when a change of roles doesn’t mean a severance of love; it sure doesn’t have to!