She’s Got The Knack

Cindy’s posts on The Only Cin are magical, mystical, and marvelous . . . they always seem as if she wrote them just for me.

She didn’t.

The comments she receives from other faithful fans make it clear that we all  feel the same affinity with her carefully crafted words.

Cindy’s post, The House At Morgan Bay, reminded me of a book I haven’t thought about in years:  Reflections on a Gift of Watermelon Pickle.  

Curious, I searched and found it still available on Amazon.com ~ rather amazing for a book of just over 100 poems first published in 1967! 

An excerpt, “How to Eat a Poem” by Eve Merriam, may be tantalizing enough to cause you to search out the volume for your own library:

Don’t be polite
Bite in.
Pick it up with your fingers and lick the juice that may run down your chin.
It is ready and ripe now, whenever you are.

In an entirely different way, Cindy’s post, Theft, resonated ~ making me wonder (not for the first time) why we feel embarrassed when others borrow books, CD’s, clothes, or money from us . . . and, then, promptly and conveniently “forget” to return the borrowed items to their rightful owner.

Once, during a party, a casual acquaintance wandered over and started to admire our CD collection by pulling CD’s off the shelf at a rapid rate. 

Turning to me, he asked, in all seriousness, if he could borrow 30-40 CD’s (in one fell swoop) to take home and record. 

Once bitten, twice shy.  

Knowing how likely it was that we would never see the borrowed CD’s again ~ no matter how often we managed to scrounge up enough “courage” to politely ask when they would be returned ~ I responded:

Sure.  You may borrow them one at a time.  As soon as you return one, you may make your next selection.   

He never asked again.

Maybe I embarrassed him.

Although we’ve never met, and live half a world away, I’m convinced that Cindy and I share the same muse . . . 

Fortunately, Cindy puts her to better use than I do.