Open your minds, open your vocabularies.

Words to Use

I love this compilation (I can’t take the credit for it however – not sure who can); it’s a melange of the delicate and the buxom, the juicy and the subtle, the profound and the itchy. Each word has its own weight, some so light they simply stroke you with their intended meaning; others so heavy that they dent your perspective and shatter your former assumptions. If nothing else, if not good grammar or correct spelling, writers should endeavour to include more words of this calibre in their stories, essays, poetry and musings. These words showcase the very core of language.

Quote of the Day – Silverstein says spread the love!

“I will not play at tug o’ war.

I’d rather play at hug o’ war,
Where everyone hugs
Instead of tugs,
Where everyone giggles
And rolls on the rug,
Where everyone kisses,
And everyone grins,
And everyone cuddles,
And everyone wins.”

Shel Silverstein, Where the Sidewalk Ends

A Poet’s Playtime

For Mother’s Day a few weeks ago, I decided to employ my inner poet and get my creative juices flowing. Because really, how many pairs of slippers can you buy your mum? I put my pen to the page (or more accurately, my fingers to the keyboard) and wrote a short, imperfect poem for my mum, the best friend I could ask for.

There are too many syllables in some lines and too few in others and if you want it to flow, you have to read it with exactly the right intonation. But I thought I would share it with you nonetheless!


There once was a girl named Lel

A brother and two sisters she had.

Her siblings and parents so loved her,

Because she was never bad.


The youngest of four, she was special,

But ‘special’ in more than one way.

She wasn’t quite like the others,

She was different from the first day.


By nine, they knew she was weird,

She actually did well at school

Books, the others all hated,

But Lel thought that they were cool.


She studied and studied and studied

Getting cleverer all the while

Her siblings did not understand her

But that was simply her style.


By adulthood she was brilliant,

The best accountant yet

All of her clients loved her

She was a woman they wouldn’t forget


But accounting wasn’t her passion

She didn’t like it at all

Boring and dull she did find it

Like hitting her head on a wall


 All of a sudden she stopped

She knew that she’d had enough

No more could she be an accountant

No more could she handle this stuff


Inside her there bubbled a feeling

A combination of things

Words, and ideas and longings

Plucking at her heart strings


She put her pen to the page

She let her mind open wide

For the very first time in her life

She let out what was deep inside


A waterfall poured from her

Of inspiration and joy

She let her inner self guide her

She played with life like a toy


Although she’d never before known

What her heart was trying to say

She knew now to trust in herself

And she would never be led astray


From that day forward, Lel lived life

Each day was truly outstanding

Her dreams and her love and her visions

Always and forever expanding

“Balloon Dreams” – a poetic masterpiece.

In response to my Writing Challenge, I had a single entry! Although I was greedily hoping for a few more stories and poems to indulge in, the one entry that I did receive was of such a high calibre so as to have me grinning with manic glee.

The extraordinarily talented poet, Geetanjali, submitted a poem titled “Balloon Dreams” and I can honestly say that it is one of the most beautiful and affecting specimens of poetic expression that I’ve ever read. So, forgetting momentarily that it was the only entry, let us all congratulate this wonderful writer for a wonderful poem!

Shall we take a moment to enjoy it?

“Balloon Dreams”

She let herself fly
High up in the sky
Above from the madness
& things which made her cry.

To the balloon dreams she clung
And let her-self be flung
Into the depths of dream clouds
And in deep sleep she sunk.

Heartaches no more
She could feel her spirit soar
High and high
Reaching out to the door.

There will be no more pain
Disappointment will not rain
For she flew far far away
Never to rise again.


Balloon Dreams

Quote of the Day – the poetry of struggle

Many, many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now. Happily, some of them kept records of their troubles. You’ll learn from them – if you want to. Just as someday, if you have something to offer, someone will learn something from you. It’s a beautiful reciprocal arrangement. And it isn’t education. It’s history. It’s poetry.

The Catcher in the Rye – J.D. Salinger

Where the Sidewalk Ends

Where the Sidewalk Ends

If you are a dreamer, come in,

If you are a dreamer,

A wisher, a liar,

A hope-er, a pray-er,

A magic bean buyer…

Come in… for where the sidewalk ends, Shel Silverstein’s world begins. You’ll meet a boy who turns into a TV set, and a girl who eats a whale. The Unicorn and the Bloath live there, and so does Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout who will not take the garbage out. It is a place where you wash your shadow and plant diamond gardens, a place where shoes fly, sisters are auctioned off, and crocodiles go to the dentist.

Could you think of anything more perfect for a Friday morning than a cocktail of creative nonsense, magic, rhyme and bizarre profundity? Nothing quite melts my ice-cold heart (frozen by the ungodly hour at which my alarm clock decided to ring) on a weekday morning like a generous dose of gobbledygook.

Shel Silverstein

Shel Silverstein’s Where the Sidewalk Ends is a wonderfully ridiculous book of illustrated poetry. With a knack for penning brilliant nonsense and for drawing absurd, vivid and quaint illustrations to match, Silverstein has bequeathed the world with a book that is brimming at once with hilarity and profundity; little nuggets of wisdom embedded within little tales of such bizarre ludicrousness, they could rival the musings of Tim Burton.

If you take the time to flip through this compilation, you’ll discover the Glurpy Slurpy Skakagrall, a pair of Dancing Pants, a Double-Tail Dog and Hector the Collector. You’ll laugh so hard that snot will fly from your nose, you’ll raise your eyebrows in pure bewilderment and you’ll cock your head to the tone of an epiphany. It has it all and the best thing about it is that you needn’t more than a minute to spare to pluck from within its binding at least a sample of Silverstein’s genius. Little tiny poems for stolen moments. Long and wild ones for your lunch hour. It is a book for all occasions, for all moods and for all hours. And I guarantee, it will make you smile.

Shel Silverstein should be recognised as a great contributor to the medical industry for discovering what I feel to be the most effective form of antidepressant yet!