I love it when the spirit of childhood still speaks in a grown-up life! After all, we are still in some way *all* the ages we've ever been, don't you think? We just keep adding layers to the experience. And I wonder if we're also all the ages we'll ever *be* as well? What a beautifully human and tender way to make your art.
What a lovely idea, Ann; I'm taken with the vision of my future 75-year-old self grandmothering my 9-year-old self, wary moody little creature that she was. Is!
You bring to mind my favorite childhood poem (OK, I did enjoy some poetry!) My Shadow by Robert Louis Stevenson. I recite it to VG whenever she is trailing along behind me or peering at me from the corner...especially the "what can be the use of her" line! Thank you for the whimsical read.
Thanks, Barb! It's fun to do, and fairly easy. I spend so much time reading each poem out loud as I write and revise it, I pretty well know how I want it to sound by the time it's finished.
Adults show up on time and pay their bills and cook supper! But/and, I agree: the ones who keep room inside for their child-self, instead of insisting on 100%-adulting-all-the-time, are the ones who can surprise me (and endear themselves to me).
The cleaning your shadow made me laugh, and when you shared what you had mis-read at the end, I laughed even more. I am guilty of mis-seeing things too because my imagination is so quick to fill in the blanks! Thanks, as always.
I was grinning the whole time I wrote the first draft of that poem -- the conversation just came dancing out! Thank goodness for imaginations that fill in the blanks.
Whimsical? Absolûtely both!
Listening to your poèms makes me happy as if you are right beside me.
Shadows/showers reminds më of our first apartment’s shower. So filled with mold and repeatedly
Scrubbing-we gäve up and painted it black!
Oh what a dreadful shower! Painting it black was the only solution.
I'm glad you had fun with the Whimsicals, Looocinda. More poems on their way soon!
“You’ll Never Clean if You Don’t Try”
My shower has too much soap scum
And some mold near the drain
I pretend not to see it and keep mum
“Let’s just keep our distance, okay, stain?”
Bravo! I am ... very nearly intrigued. :-D
I love it when the spirit of childhood still speaks in a grown-up life! After all, we are still in some way *all* the ages we've ever been, don't you think? We just keep adding layers to the experience. And I wonder if we're also all the ages we'll ever *be* as well? What a beautifully human and tender way to make your art.
What a lovely idea, Ann; I'm taken with the vision of my future 75-year-old self grandmothering my 9-year-old self, wary moody little creature that she was. Is!
Thanks so much for reading and commenting.
You bring to mind my favorite childhood poem (OK, I did enjoy some poetry!) My Shadow by Robert Louis Stevenson. I recite it to VG whenever she is trailing along behind me or peering at me from the corner...especially the "what can be the use of her" line! Thank you for the whimsical read.
That poem was part of my childhood too!
Love to you and your VERY useful cat-shadow. >^..^<
My dog likes to bathe
Tounge out, fur wet, shake skake skake
Ringo! Not in the tub!
Ringo, look what you inspired! Good dog! (shake shake shake!!)
Lol!!!!! 🤣🤣🤣🤣
You definitely incline to the nuance - yes!
Really like you're reading the poems.
Thanks, Barb! It's fun to do, and fairly easy. I spend so much time reading each poem out loud as I write and revise it, I pretty well know how I want it to sound by the time it's finished.
I (judgementally) group people into two categories (and prefer the first): Those who are still kids inside, and those who have become adults. 🧸
Adults show up on time and pay their bills and cook supper! But/and, I agree: the ones who keep room inside for their child-self, instead of insisting on 100%-adulting-all-the-time, are the ones who can surprise me (and endear themselves to me).
The cleaning your shadow made me laugh, and when you shared what you had mis-read at the end, I laughed even more. I am guilty of mis-seeing things too because my imagination is so quick to fill in the blanks! Thanks, as always.
I was grinning the whole time I wrote the first draft of that poem -- the conversation just came dancing out! Thank goodness for imaginations that fill in the blanks.
So very enjoyable and accessible, comical. thanks
Thank you, Weston! Glad to have you along for the read.
It makes me so happy to hear that, AP! What a treat to share Wednesday mornings with you.