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you, tensile

your tensile strength [resistance to being pulled apart]

is measurable [we used to draw and quarter]

spoon breadth and length [height variable with tilt]

is pleasurable [tactilely, tastefully, visually]

be you a sketcher [recommended: ticonderoga black]

or a glutton [feeding your face with pleasuring spoon]

or arrow fletcher [a half-lost profession]

shredding mutton [for a spoonable soup]

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[so much goes on without a trace this dusk that dawn at seasoned pace yet be you other woman man your brain is like a garbage can and fills with substance miscellaneous nacreous spacious subcutaneous and “that reminds me” is a riff that gives a skunk an air of spliff so pluckable our mem’ry’s strings and plucked we are as on we soldier and rhyme comes lordly from the rings a character named fatty bolger]

A few years back I did a Spoon series. Of those I posted on my blog, “Spoon, Water, Glass” proved most popular. And in my folder of unfinished work this one has been waiting

Knife/Spoon

Kettle corn & other treats

Nurture not our souls & seep

Into longgone curio

Fog of past’s obscurio

Endless cuts & drippings when

Eating are not what we ken

Road Fork

Ripping through roman à clef

Overdrive kicks in mos def

O Attaboy & bustier

Definitely Spatial K

Today Laura, the human owned by Lena Furbena, gave me another picture of her. I used it to fiddle with an old nursery rhyme. Part of the fiddling was to remove the reference to a fiddle, replacing it, sort of, with a ukulele.

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I’m delighted to report that Lena has accepted my Facebook friend request.

Here are the words to the retooled rhyme:

Hey dilly daily,
The moon’s ukulele
No-handedly played for the spoon.
The little dog’s distance
Due to nonexistence
Was deemed by the cat quite a boon.

What did the uke play to the spoon? Why, “Some Enchanted Evening,” of course. [smile]

Lenny Bruce once had a bit where a thief was asking his fence, “Ya wanna buy a hot?” The fence says, “A hot what?” and the thief replies, “A hot ANYTHING–I had a helluva week!” Similarly, I had a helluva night last night. I could not stop drawing. Here are some, but not all, of the results:

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Dip ye into H2O–uh oh–it is très chaud
Urge a flooded 2-step & becalm the sea’s rain’s beau
Solve a Driftwood Puzzlement & give your Mojo brass
Killer Time will 1-2 PUNCH you–your job is to last

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Deliverance of Country with a capp’d & righteous C
Admixturance prog/Southern Rock to make it neo-Neat-o
Veer not from fearless choices as you twist the reverb knob
Endurance with Enjoyment: a Producer’s V i t a l job

I’d never heard nor read of this gentleman before this morning’s WSJ. He’s a record producer who, judging from the article on him, is doing fine work.

Lastly, a (perhaps) work in progress with plenty of blanks to fill. Anyone who provides the between-acrostics text with reasonable meter and rhyme will get their text calligraphed and placed in the acrostic with full credit and praise from me.

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This is dedicated to all of us who have struggled against a bad habit and succeeded, however fleetingly.

Here are the words to the double (and double-entendre) acrostic:

YO! Quit that AWFUL habit! Play it straight
Your quality of H O P E will escalate
Obsequious, the vice purveyors win
Obliquely when the helpless rack up sins
Ubiquity might keep us on the trail
Uniqueness and good Purpose gets us hale

Astute observers will have noticed six of the letter Q lined up on the left side of the poem/array, and six of the letter P lined up on the right. Coincidence? Absolutely not. I have done my best to mind my Ps and Qs. [wicked smile]

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A belated (or be-earlied, if you celebrate the Chinese New Year) to you all.

Here are the words to the pseudo-haiku:

cleanslateku

january first
(reboot opportunity)
two thousand fourteen

Here are the words to the threefold acrostic:

THE EARTH & THE SPOON

The local SPACE & TIME become a sheathe
Enamel writhes & metal base enwreathes
A surface vessels & en-Abels slurp
Recall of stirs & Dempsey vs. Firpo
The mother & umbilicus part so
Here thrive a sun & son & song: très bon

Note two important corrections made on the last line. Shame on me for disagreement of subject and verb, and more shame for not having used accent grave originally…

And yes, dear readers & viewers: I am still stuck on spoon. [wry smile]

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Ansel Adams once said that were he confined to his house for the rest of his life, he’d still find rich and endless subject matter for his photography. Your humble narrator says that were he confined to the subject matter Spoon, Water, Glass, he’d find endless ways to beat a dead horse to the ground and beyond with those three elements alone. Luckily, this need never be put to the test, and shall not; and this day’s Evocation of the Three has a special guest with the reflectivity of glass, the fluidity of water and the wieldiness of a spoon.

Words, which may make more and more sense on successive rereadings:

Sipping’s an S-WORD that ends with a G
Parsing BANANAs divests them of peel
Ousting a despot brings more from the sea
Owning that Ownership has its rewards
Note that our s-words may morph into swords