On Tender Hooks
- by Brian Bilston
Let me cut to the cheese:
every time you open your mouth,
I’m on tender hooks.
You charge at the English language
like a bowl in a china shop.
Please nip it in the butt.
On the spurt of the moment,
the phrases tumble out.
It’s time you gave up the goat.
Curve your enthusiasm.
Don’t give them free range.
The chickens will come home to roast.
Now you are in high dungeon.
You think me a damp squid:
on your phrases I shouldn’t impose.
But they spread like wildflowers
in a doggy-dog world,
and your spear of influence grows.
So much to ponder and to be grateful for! Thank you for leading me along each of these paths and for the community of responders who add further insight to the times in life that can be transformed from boredom, weariness, confusion, and frustration into wonder and productive interaction. Well done!
Laurna – Indeed, community is one of the best gifts.
Two reactions to your blog posts:
1. I like to get at them immediately. There’s always something, in either the text or the photos, to stimulatory imagination and/or give me something new to think about.
2. I like to wait and read them several days later, when the other responses have come in. Sometimes I want to add my own response; just as often, I’m delighted at the range and insight of the responses already there.
When I leap to the keyboard at step 1, I often fail to go back later in the week to see what others have said. When I eventually slither up to the keyboard in step 2, I often don’t have anything further to add.
Jim T
Jim T – 🙂 Neither a jumper nor a slitherer be, eh? I think Polonius said that. I’m often surprised (sometimes amazed) at where the comments go. And usually pleased (sometimes delighted).
And I always enjoy your comments! 😀
Barbara – 🙂