A Witch Writer, a Gay Poet, and a Stuck-up Scholar Walk into a Teahouse…


I sipped on Tropical Escape, an exotic blend of green and black tea, pineapple bits, papaya bits, kiwi bits, and marigold [that] makes an incredibly aromatic… cup,” and watched as a former classmate flapped his pie-hole. By the way, the tea was as delicious as it sounds. My taste buds thought someone had killed the stuck-up scholar, and I had gone to a citrusy nirvana.

My tea bliss was broken by a poke in the ribs. I turned to look at one of my favorite writer friends—the Gay Poet—who was saying something about “snooty bastards” and “he can’t be serious.”

I must admit that I hadn’t been listening. I was tea-drunk. But I did catch the usual bit about how I waste my time “blogging and scribbling rubbish” and how “a writer with my talent should be creating for posterity” blah, blah, blah…

I went home after, very graciously, I told the Stuck-up Scholar, “Take your literary elitism and shove it.” I used the word elitism, which of course, made the retort polite ;-)

Do not panic, my Luvs, the meeting didn’t ruin my morning. I got to spend some time with one of my favorite poets, savored delectable tea, and was inspired to write this poem for Magpie Tales 134:  

Midnight Sun
I poured the sun
Out of your squared bottle,
And drank it.
I snatched the sun
Out of your narrowed carton,
And scrambled it.

I freed the sun
From your monochromatic mornings,
Washed it in rainbows,
Rained laughs into its flares,
Caressed my neck with its rays,
And bathed my hips in its heat.

I loved the sun at the witching hour. It was hot, and it tasted good in my mouth.

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And while on the topic of beautifully deviated things, here is my entry for Thematic Photographic 212: “At an Angle.” I remember watching as water dripped from the roof and onto the branch. Covering it drop by drop, making it heavier and heavier, bending it, until I was sure it was going to snap. But it did not. The next day the ice had melted. And when the spring came, it bloomed. Nature can be flexible...


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58 comments:

  1. I like your poem...and your blog.....nicely done

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    1. Thanks very much, Wayne. Glad you like it around here ;-)

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  2. So I giggled, madly, before I'd gotten further than your first paragraph. My Dragon looked over and read it, and told me I'm a dork. We do love each other...

    You have the heart of deep and wild things, my friend. And it makes me smile and show my teeth.

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    1. The fact that he told you that you are a dork shows just how much he loves you. I have the goofiest of senses of humors and so does my Piano Man, so we spend a lot of time saying, "You are a dork," and "You are a dork lover, then." lol

      Your second line reads like poetry: "the heart of deep and wild things" that "makes [you] smile and show teeth." I love the sound of that. And the imagery.

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  3. Intriguing blog. I shall have to explore further.
    Loved your Thematic Photographic 212

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    1. Welcome, Dave. Your blog was a pleasure to visit, and I'm sure I will do it often. I'm still chew your words, the poetic science that reads like a story. Love it.

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  4. Your heart and your words touch my heart!!! The writings of a true poet..makes me smile. Keep on freeing the sun!!
    Hugs
    SueAnn

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    1. I shall continue the freeing, if you continue providing all the colors that come out of your mind ;-)

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  5. *snort*
    I don't get how people have the gall to talk down on blogging in that way.
    Being a good blogger is nothing that comes easy and good writing is *never* a waste of time.
    Of course there is a lot of crap out there, but that's true for any medium.

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    1. I think they are just a bit ridiculous. Every time they say some nonsense about blogging I remind myself of the things they used to say about novelists. Well, look how true that idea was (not!)

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  6. Well I wish I's been sitting at the next table as the mysterious eavesdropping stranger. That must have been an interesting meeting!! The poem that came out of it is so visual I could see each line - just lovely! Interesting ice formation and progression. You have an eye for how things work in this world (and the other) I think. Personally I was shocked by the ice. Not yet, Magaly, I thought, not yet!!! :)

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    1. It was an interesting time, especially because he got us out of the house by pretending he wanted to talk about something else. There was a moment when I thought the poet was going to punch him lol.

      I'm glad you could see the poem, hope you tasted it, too. And the ice was a joy to watch. I have the picture of the first few pink blooms. I will look for them. It was incredible, how it came back to life after the frigid bending ;-)

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  7. As much as I enjoy your prose, Magaly, I enjoy your poems even more! And that is a gorgeous one.

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    1. Thanks for the huge complement, Debra. I've been finding out some things about myself lately when it comes to writing. I didn't think I like poetry, but when a few lines come up and write themselves... well, the feeling is wonderful. In the past, I didn't write them, now I'm letting them flow...

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  8. When judgements are made of anything in ignorance they still suck the big green one. Just saying.
    Love your poetry.......the sun is so sensual.
    Your photo does indeed show the "not for human" knowledge of nature. Beautiful.
    OmaLinda

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    1. "suck the big green one" ha! I almost asked if those were the words of your Sweet man because whenever we got a really ridiculous duty while in the Marine Corps we would say, "Grab your ankle and wait for the big greener." I know what you are thinking, Marines are so sensitive and poetic. *grins*

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  9. just when you think you're done for, things get easier and you spring back. That's what those pictures say to me :-)

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    1. Indeed, Janet. Even when the days are cold and we feel that we'll never breathe again, someone comes and warms us and reminds us how to relax.

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  10. Wow! You is surrounded by snobbery these days....you must be a celebrity!!! Fame at last :D
    I adore the poem you wrote, made me tingle with happy self-satisfaction :D, and those photos are awesome :D XXX

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    1. In the words of my favorite freckled neighbor "Yes, I are."

      Fame? Ha! You are too funny, Gina. And yes, I was tingling, too ;-)

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  11. Excellent post!

    Anna :o]

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  12. Oh my goodness, if I could walk inside your head for awhile! Wait, all I have to do is catch your posts! Excellent and profound writing for Magpie (one of my fave blogs) and this really is twistedly coooool for Thematic Photographic! Love it!

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    1. Karen, I love your words. You always make me grin because I can say, "She gets it!"

      I'm very happy SueAnn found Magpie Tales and that I followed her there. It's my first time, but I know I'll stay around. I will try to combine the Thematic Photographic and the Magpie from now one. Let's see how that goes ;-)

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  13. Icicles can make such excellent subjects for photos. Nice choice.
    PS All your pagan pics and links in the side bar intrigue me. I'll have to drop back and look more closely when I'm not so rushed as I am right now. (One of my WsIP, one near completion deals quite heavily with Celtic paganism and tradition as I got to know it in Scotland. I find this subject quite interesting, although I'm not pagan myself -- friend of one, though.)

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    1. Celtic Paganism is full of colors and wonderful twists, so I'm sure you will find even more inspiration. I hope you have lots of fun. Let me know how it goes.

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  14. Your poem is beautiful my friend! Loved it! And, love the pictures!

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    1. I'm glad you like it, Stacy. It was a therapeutic to write. And the picture, well, that was a treat for me ;-)

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  15. I once had sex for posterity sake but I have never written for the sake of posterity. Or do I mean for the sake of a great posterior? Well it works for both. You write lovely poems about tea and eggs and naked sun bathing. I tried to write poems once but they all made me sound melodramatic and anxt ridden.

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    1. I'm sure that a lot of great things have been created for the sake of a great posterior. Some are to be worshiped ;-)

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  16. Thanks for helping me shatter the constraints of my mundane rationality dor a while, Witch Writer. Bravo

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    1. Well, gracias. I'm happy to be of service ;-)

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  17. Hehehe the Stuck up Scholar, literacy elitism, ah I love you Magaly =]

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    1. There is no hope for you, Amanda. Once you start laughing at my lame jokes, you are lost forever. Just so you know ;-)

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  18. Gotta love nature. When those huge ice storms hit and roofs and telephone poles are collapsing but for the most part the rest of the world carries on without a hitch.

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    1. She is a magnificent one, isn't she? Loving, terrifying, tender, cold, and so hot that it can melt hearts, rock, metal... and make man-made things, man flesh and man spirit yield.

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  19. Very pretty pics...the leaves are just starting to change here.

    I'll be cold and taking snow and ice pics again, soon enough...
    ~

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    1. They aren't changing in New York City, yet, but I'm on the lookout. And when they pinks, golds, oranges, reds, browns... begin to kiss the leaves, I'll shoot and preserve ;-)

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  20. wow...love your poem...

    WHY does it seem people are always butting in...telling you what you should or shouldn't be doing? hell, just DO what you DO!! you're excellent at that! at being you.

    i love the droopy leaves under the weight of the ice! i love ice pictures...how they sparkle. too bad i can't get any HERE...so i'll look forward to some of your icy & slushy winter pic's!

    happy hump day!

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    1. I think that I'm too welcoming, and people who don't know me mistake my politeness with signs that tell them that they can manipulate me. Then reality pokes them in the eye and they are blind, spinning around, wondering who is that laughing at the stupidity of their misery ;-)

      I LOVE ice pictures, too. But I would love your warm weather much better!

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  21. Love your reply to the stuck up scholar, but love your poem even more. ^-^
    At least you got good tea & poet company out of it! =D
    Hope you're doing well & keep writing what you write... it's nothing short of perfect & perfectly wonderful. ^-^

    XOXO

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    1. You are too kind. I shall write on ;-)

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  22. Love the poem, the pics, and well... I love the whole post, but that's not unusual; I always love reading your posts :-)

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    1. My goodness, all this sweetness. Watch my head grow ;-)

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  23. Love this poem ~ I can imagine what an amazing painting it would be! Yes... we should all take a note from nature now, shouldn't we. ;)
    ♥Sharon

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    1. It would be bright with sharp colors and undefined edges. Bursting with smile, and sexy, too ;-)

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  24. The banter and dialogue in the commentgs section of your blog is just as interesting s the posts themselves....haha!

    I always leave here with something....knowledge, laughter or otherwise :)

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    1. I am lucky to have the most awesome circle of Wicked Darlings, aren't I? Without your heart, wit, and laughter, there would be no Pagan Culture ;-)

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  25. I love the notion of scrambling the sun...

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    1. Scrambled sun for breakfast? Yum!

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  26. Nature never fails to amaze me with her ability to surprise. Kudos to you for having the foresight to capture this fleeting scene. Living in the Great White North, the rule is to grab it now before it melts :)

    Great photo/poetry combo. I love how you master multiple media with such ease.

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    1. She is creative, isn't she? Her dress of flowers for the spring, sun for the summer, bright reds for the fall, and winter of sparkles and ice. The idea of losing her shape is a sad one. You are right, we should capture all her beauty and preserve what we can for those who will come after us.

      I see in words, always have (maybe that's why I talk so much *sigh*) I love pictures, but I can't feel complete if I don't share bits of what they evoke.

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  27. scrambled the sun... nice! What is funny, "those" people who trash blogging probably spend double time in front of the TV in a trance! ;)

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    1. We all should ingest a hot serving of scrambled sun every day ;-)

      People are always looking for ways to make themselves feel better, even when it involves making others feel not so great. One of this days they might understand that "live and let live" is more than a cliché.

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  28. the first two lines instantly amaze me,

    superb talent,
    love your poetry.

    please check us out, share a random poem today.

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    1. Thanks so much, I'm glad the lines spoke to you. I shall stop by and check out the Promising Poets Parking Lot, soon...

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