“The spicier the food, the spicier the Love.” Anthony T. Hinks
Nutmeg The day of metaphors arrived like a vine claiming a trellis, unconsciously filling the lines of his normally vapid mind with a stirring to picking pumpkins, the slicing thereof to a soup, tasting the bland therein, spiced memories erupting a remedy, dashes and pinches colliding with a thought that simmered, that his day was quite the same, and when he called she said yes, Nutmeg was always ready to spice. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Walking away from the myth of the rugged individual
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I like the poem! Good and quote! 🙂
Poetry is the one that can do anything using metaphors … 😉
I offer you a coffee as a poem. 😉
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Then, my favourite poem of all 🙂 and thank you so much for your encouraging words.
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Dear Paul Vincent Cannon and AureliaAlbAtros,
Thank you, Paul, for offering your lovely and excellent poem for us to enjoy. I really like the flow of your poem and its metaphors.
Whilst AureliaAlbAtros has offered you coffee, I would like to offer you my own musical composition, which also comes with a poem.
As we maintain spatial distancing and stay home to avoid contracting and spreading the coronavirus, please kindly allow me the pleasure to entertain you and your family with a bespoke poem and music recently published in the multimedia post entitled 🎼🎹—THE—🎹—LAST—🎹—RAG—🎹🎵🎶, where the featured composition can be enjoyed and studied in multiple formats available to you as the audio playbacks, the video captures of score with music, and the gallery of score sheets.
The post is available for you to enjoy at https://soundeagle.wordpress.com/2020/04/12/the-last-rag/
Please be informed that you might need to use a desktop or laptop computer with a large screen to view the rich multimedia contents available for heightening your multisensory enjoyment at my blog, which could be too powerful and feature-rich for iPad, iPhone, tablet or other portable devices to handle properly or adequately.
Since music can be an essential part of the process of sustainability, wellbeing, healing and even social change and spiritual awakening, may my music and poem in the said post bring you some creative “distractions” or “diversions” amidst the disruptions and woes engendered by the pandemic.
I look forward to receiving your feedback at the post there. Happy reading and listening!
Happy July to both of you!
Yours sincerely,
ჱܓSoundEagle🦅
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Thank you very much for the kind response and invitation to music. 🙂
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You are very welcome, Paul. I shall be delighted to interact with you there.
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Thank you for your appreciation and kind words of encouragement! I wish you blessed days with much love and happiness! 🙂
Let’s not forget, beautiful song, thank you!
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🙂
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Thank you, Aurelia, for your lovely, sunny and floral reply, and for visiting and liking my post.
For your information, you have become the 237th person to like it! I must have done something right as a composer, or at least for this particular composition called 🎼🎹—THE—🎹—LAST—🎹—RAG—🎹🎵🎶.
You are also very welcome to leave me a comment at my post. In particular, I really wonder which version of 🎼🎹—THE—🎹—LAST—🎹—RAG—🎹🎵🎶 you prefer. You can even vote for your preferred version there.
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Thank you! 🙂
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My pleasure
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Ah! Very clever, Paul. I love nutmeg.
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It is a delightful spice, amazing to see when opened up, thank you so much Punam.
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You are welcome.
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Fun poem. I think my thoughts are more of a stew than a soup – much less fluid.
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Me too, but a pumpkin soup that I like is one you almost need a fork to eat it with lol. I do prefer more body in my food -literally. 🙂
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It’s fascinating how an aroma can illicit strong sensations stir our hearts and minds…just like a sound, touch, or picture. 😊
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Absolutely, and so many memories, thank you for reflecting on this.
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I enjoyed the metaphor, although I dislike nutmeg. (Associated with eating too many Christmas cookies as a child and the inevitable result.) But I like the poem! 🙂
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I’m glad that hasn’t put you off the poem, and that the metaphor worked. Isn’t it amazing how experiences change us? And thank you for sharing that. Many thanks Liz.
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Great poem. Makes real joy. But don’t remember nutmeg, the favorite spice of one of my grandfathers. 😉
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Thank you so much Michael, ah nutmeg, great spice 😉
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My grandfather used it for soups. 😉 The smell is branded in my mind.
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Ah, which is fine if you like, otherwise….
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:-))
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