Saturday, December 9, 2017

The Winter of My Discontent

Sirens wail, are you listening
In the Ward, snow is glistening
A beautiful view, 'though me without you
Walking in a winter wonderland

Gone away is the heron
Here to stay solo Karen
No cause for a song as I go along
Walking in a winter wonderland

On Brown's Island, I can see a snowman
And perhaps built to be Parson Brown
He'll ask if I'm married, I'll say no, man
Though Mom says she can't die until I am

Later on, I'll feel dire
Wanting for talk, not desire
To face once again the want of that friend
Walking in a winter wonderland

Sirens wail, are you listening
In the Ward, streets are glistening
A monochrome view, still moi without vous
Walking in a winter wonderland

All alone on the pipeline
Still it feels like a lifeline
Thinking of this song as I go along
Walking in a winter wonderland

In Jackson Ward, I could build a snowman
And pretend that he's the one I seek
I'll have lots to say to Mr. Snowman
Until my neighbors take me for a freak

When it snows, ain't it thrilling
Though my legs got a chilling
We'll talk and we'll play, the fun, brainy way
Walking in a winter wonderland
Walking in a winter wonderland

16 comments:

  1. Love you my little poet.

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  2. That's pretty clever what you did to this song! I only know you from reading this blog but I never got an impression you wanted to get married.

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  3. That tugged at my heartstrings in several different ways. The last line was particularly disturbing:

    "Waling: a streak or ridge made on the skin especially by the stroke of a whip : welt;"

    or was that just a typo? (I hope!)

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  4. Thank you. It really did just come to me as I was walking yesterday in the snow. And, no indeed, I have no desire to get married! Even my Mom has begun to give up on that...finally!

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  5. Professor,
    It was indeed a typo, one since corrected. Mocking my blue mood in a holiday vein was more my intent than tugging on heartstrings...
    Happy to see you're still reading.

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  6. I'm honored! Most people prefer breakfast or coffee!

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  7. hey kiddo, Are you doing ok? I miss your blog...Thinking of you this morning,

    g

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  8. If you are absent much longer it will be the winter of MY discontent!

    I miss you.

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  9. I hear you, Professor. And thanks for the kind words.

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  10. There is something hugely missing from my daily life and that is connecting with you through your blogs. Everything ok? Anything I can do? I miss you and it makes me feel a wee bit closer to you to read about your antics and adventures each day because I can hear your voice and see your smart-ass grin!

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  11. It's March. Winter's over. No more discontent. There are buds on the trees! Friends, Richmonders and countrymen desire to once again lend you their ears. If you don't come back soon, I will be forced to continue to butcher Shakespeare quotes.

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  12. I have been considering returning to the blogging fold and your seasonal reasoning is just one more brick in the wall.

    Stay tuned and I'll see what I can do.

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  13. at it again I see....three cheers! long live the king....the Queen!

    cw

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  14. i can feel that you're stilling 'bout all this though...and as I remember from my own life & times...true hurt is not forgotten easily.

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  15. Fortunately, life marches on!

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