On Words


“I fell in love – that is the only expression I could think of – at once and I am still at the mercy of words, though sometimes now, knowing a little of their behavior very well, I think I can influence them slightly and have learned to beat them now and then, which they appear to enjoy.”            – Dylan Thomas

This quote made me think of when I actually fell in love with words. It must have been when I was in the fifth grade, I had a great teacher who obviously loved words and instilled in us a curiosity for the origins of words. I was fascinated by the stories. I was intrigued by how words evolved and how their use could disappear. Words could be displaced, misused, misinterpreted, or played with. We have wordsmiths and new words are born every day. We can make puns, poke fun and juxtaposition then to make them more interesting. I suppose my love for words inspired me to be a poet.

As bloggers you must have fallen in love with words at some point. Do you recall when that happened? What are your favorite words?

This is my poem about some of my favorite words:

I like exasperated when I am feeling thus

I love words especially when they make a fuss

in order to describe a special situation

My mom called these Sunday words

because their job was to bring us inspiration.

Words like giggle, chuckle and snigger

make me want to laugh out loud

And when I want to meditate

I choose silence, stillness and try to imagine myself sitting on a fluffy cloud.

Gorgeous, hilarious, stupendous and other words that end in -ious or -ous

I use quite often

Frequently I like to use the words we have borrowed from other tongues

like caramba, chutzpah, guru and glitz.

but there are no better words or feelings

than adore, amor and fervor.

My list is long and it gets longer by the day

but one word I know is here to stay

is hope and it is always for a better day.

A Single Road


Photo by Melba Christie

A Single Road

A single road,

perhaps one not taken

or the one less traveled.

But who really knows

the exact number of souls

have made it their path.

A single road is inviting;

Wonder and adventure awaits.

A single road is tempting;

It may lead to a pearly gate.

A single road has called to me

not the one long and winding necessarily,

and it asked me to take a chance and see.

A single road

perhaps the one less traveled

is the best for me.

But a single road not taken

I will never know my destiny.

Melba Christie (c) 2013

 

 

 

 

Another great find


In a few posts I have described the things I have found in my attic. Most times my finds bring me back to a time and place I had forgotten about. I love antiques. I started collecting antiques at an early age. My dad loved to go to antique shops; he’d take me with him on his scavenger hunts for “treasures of the past” as he coined them.

During a visit with my daughter we finally had the opportunity to go an antique store housed in an old barn. What a place. You really need a day to see all they have to offer. As I was browsing at all the stuff I came across a 1940’s Royal typewriter. It was just like the one my dad had at home. It was stolen right after he passed away. I was heart-broken because my dad so loved his Royal machine as my father called it. I actually learned to type on that machine. I couldn’t believe I was looking at the same model. It came with its original case.

I asked the store owner if I could test it. He warned me he was selling as is. I dug deep in my purse and found a shopping receipt. I placed it on the typewriter and typed “Dad”. It worked! The ink was RED. I almost cried. I was so excited.

I bought it right away and could not wait to get back home to put it on my antique desk. I cleaned the machine until I managed to get a shine. I cleaned each key meticulously and I put new ribbon in. I knew I would need to get used to the keys and started practicing. I typed “asdfg” with my left hand and then “hjkl;” with my right hand to exercise my fingers.  I had a flashback to my high school typing teacher. She was a drill master. She listened as we typed to make sure we were in unison like a band playing. The keys are harder to manipulate but the sound they make is like music to me to my ears. It took me a few days to get into the rhythm. After all it had been at least thirty years since I had used a manual typewriter. Word processors and computers was all I used.

 

practicing

I love my Royal machine. I will use it to write some posts. I write letters to my grandson on it. Most of the letters let him know about family and things I want him to know about me and his great grandparents.

I love the bell when it is time to hit return and start a new paragraph. Every time I hear it I am reminded that writing and poetry is about life. This machine makes me feel like a royal. I hope to write many letters to my grandson on it. I told him the machine will be his one day.

 

My first Royal post.

 

 

 

where letters lay                                                                                           Melba Christie (c) 2017

Puppy Love


Her beautiful contagious smile

can fill a room with sunshine

on the cloudiest day.

But today

is the last day of school,

Her smile is dimmed

By the thought

She will no longer see

The boy she’ s had a crush on

for the entire school year.

It was precisely today

Right after the second period bell rang

loud and clear

That the young man

Finally told her he liked her too.

He gently sat next to her,

As the teacher

Distributed the treats around

The classroom.

Neither was very hungry,

Except for each other’s glances.

 

What are the chances?

they would bump into each other

any time soon.

 

The teacher notices

The looks they exchanged

Their proximity and she thought

She heard their hearts beating

In unison when he managed to

to slightly touch her hand

as he stretched his to get a chip.

 

The teacher knows what is happening

Puppy love is in bloom

The worship is evident in his eyes

reviendra toujours à ses premières amours *

as Freud once expressed

that first love is such a beautiful thing

and dreams will be filled with fantasies beyond fantasy itself.

 

The last period bell is about

To ring and what will it bring

a sweet tap on the lips

a first kiss

a seal of commitment

at least for now

and someone

outside the Italian class

screams, Ciao!!!

 

Do you remember your first puppy love at school?

Paul Anka - Puppy Love lyrics

And they called it puppy love
Oh I guess they’ll never know
How a young heart really feels
And why I love her so

And they called it puppy love
Just because we’re seventeen
Tell them all it isn’t fair
To take away my only dream

I cry each night these tears for you
My tears are all in vain
Oh I’ll hope and I’ll pray that may be some day
You’ll be back in my arms once again

Someone help me,help me please
Is the answer up above
How can I ever tell them
This is not a puppy love

Someone help me,help me please
Is the answer up above
How can I ever tell them
This is not a puppy love

Lyrics | Paul Anka lyricsPuppy Love lyrics

Links:

http://www.lyricsdepot.com/donny-osmond/puppy-love.html

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Puppy_love#cite_note-3 *

 

some of my favorite things


Dimples,

crumpets,

mittens,

puppets,

super size fries,

a very high high-five,

red chocolate velvet cup cakes

and all that my daughter bakes

my son’s hearty chuckle

my grandson’s smile

my hubby’s humor

being with family for a while

knock- knock jokes

all the folks that make me happy

I would continue to list some more

but I don’t want to be a bore

and best of all on my  list

I must insist should be

my entire family

who I adore.

 

 


 

 

Each one unaware

of its purpose,

Their destiny so clear

to us who observe

them as they create

the many mosaics,

and masterpieces

of crimson, Indian red and sienna

 

They individually

drift away so free,

and eloquently

some even aloofly.

 

How lucky my eyes

that I get to see them fall

Another Autumn to recall.

 

Photos by Melba Chirstie (all Rights Reserved)

 

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