Simplicity
Simplicity is something that I rarely do.
Why have only one of something when you could have two?
It takes a lot of veggies to come up with a stew,
and we’d do a lot of limping if confined to just one shoe.
Multiples are awesome. Multiples are grand.
Look how many fingers we have upon each hand.
One finger could not do the job. Neither could two or three.
Simple cannot form a hand, did not form you or me.
Simplicity’s much touted but I think it is absurd.
Who ever heard of stories comprised of just one word?
With a single raindrop, the world could not get wetter.
Sparsity may be more chic, but I like clutter better.
I don’t get minimalism. I’m a hoarder to the core.
When I ran out of wall room, I put art upon my door.
There are no piles in hallways. Hoarding need not be a sin.
I’ve built three rooms onto my house just to store things in.
With so many lovely things in life, collecting is a joy.
With life’s manifold choices, why be niggardly or coy?
At the ice cream parlor, why does one have to choose?
You need not always limit yourself just to ones and twos.
Have a scoop of strawberry and pineapple and mint.
Green tea is delicious and tequila’s heaven sent.
Load your dish with raspberry and coconut and mango.
Why do the simple two step when you could do the fandango?
In short, I am a gatherer. I have too many things.
I like to make the choices that a complex lifestyle brings.
When it comes to writing, a stuffed-full mind is fine!
Reach into words and shake them out and string them on a line.
A solitary animal will never make a zoo.
One grain of dirt, one drop of water cannot create goo.
A single cannon fired will not execute a coup.
The world just is not simple, nor am I and nor are you!
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I’m having a yard sale of left-over words. Below is the “free box.” Take what you will (please note that some of these items have been recently used, but all have been laundered and are ready for a new user):
coy ploy toy bore core
simplicity complicity duplicity felicity
ooze booze cruise who’s whose choose lose blues news pews poos cues ruse sues twos views woos youse
doozie floozie twozie
boo goo hue loo moo new poo queue rue sue soo sioux too to you view woo you
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Right in line with the theme of the poem, below are way too many photos. If you want to see the details, you know what to do, right? If you don’t, I’ll tell you. Just click on the first photo and click on arrows to proceed through the photo gallery. To come back here afterwards, click on the X in the upper left corner.
I like simple meals, but complex art. Because my mind is complicated and it needs puzzles to solve, challenges to meet. But simple food is good. Simple clothing is fine. Just — not simple solutions to complex problems, please.
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Judy, is this your actual house? It’s filled with color and joy. Again, a wonderful poem.
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Yes.. I’ve lived here for 15 years now. It did start out simple, but didn’t remain that way long. Too many exciting things in Mexico not to gather them.
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Wow! So much color — a real feast for the eyes! But you must live to dust?
I think having a “Yard sale on left-over words” is a great idea! Perhaps I’ll choose a few — with discernment of course, as I don’t want extras cluttering up my prose.
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Please do let me see the finished result if you do use some! I actually live to see Yolanda come three times a week to dust! This is Mexico where women can afford to hire wives for themselves!
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Judy, I love this! I actually had a little sad moment earlier this month, when you said you thought your home was too cluttered (just after returning from La Manz) – but now I see you have come to your senses (literally) and surrendered to the real, sensual, colorful, maximalist, organized Judy D-B that we love. It was fun looking through your photos, and remembering being deliciously overwhelmed by it all when we visited you in Ajijic. Don’t ever change! (till you want to.) XXXOOO
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Aw… thanks, Carol. I depend upon my friends to make excuses for my vices as much as to encourage me to correct them! Duckie always reminds me that a messy studio or desk is a sign that creativity is going on, but I can only take so much disorder before I have to take the time to “right” it. Are you back in Canada? Do you have your house rented out? If not, let me know the dates it is available and what you charge as I have friends looking for places for both this summer and next year.
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I am going to print your poem and frame it and the next time my husband asks me to g”go through my stuff” I am going to give it to him to read.
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Ha. Just don’t give him my address or phone number!!!
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You are an amazing poet!! What fun just to read these words out loud! I totally enjoyed this!!!
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Thanks, bee, for buzzing around so many of my blogs. You might guess how rewarding it is to have a reader read so many of one’s creations.The writing is a reward of its own but it certainly helps to know someone else is enjoying the fruits (er I should say flowers) of one’s efforts as well.
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You are welcome!! I feel sweet now. Lol
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> Why do the simple two step when you could do the fandango?
Sounds like a title. Now just write out the rest. 🙂 And I love your floor. And words. And colours. And stuff.
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Thanks. And thanks for gorging on my blog tonight! I deliberately made it calorie free!
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Hahha, that’s what you think! You feed nicely. 🙂 But it’s true that laughing burns calories too.
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Yes, I do try to balance humor and tragedy so it all comes out even calorie-wise.
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