Life is not lived
On a black and white palette
For there are lots of shades
As well as tints of gray
Life is not a mad dash
Done in a big rush
For with such quick flash
You’ll combust into ash
Life is a sweet saunter with swag
Of swinging Calypso in beautiful sashes
And making bold, colourful splashes.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
The Daily Post prompt Mad Libs.
I was parked behind the big bus when this prompt came in an hour ago, so we chose the word ‘Splash.’
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‘swinging Calypso in beautiful sashes, and making bold, colourful splashes’! Love this Jacqueline!!
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Thank you Robert. You’ve got fine taste 🙂
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Nice and fun poem :). I could feel myself in the “Calypso sashes” of life…as they wore similar dress up back up home in Jamaica during Carnival time…so it brought back those sweet and colourful memories…thank you for that 🙂
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I feel you girl. Back home we love colours too 🙂
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Wow what a beautiful splash! I love this!
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Thank you Michelle. I love splashes 🙂
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“Life is a sweet saunter with swag
Of swinging Calypso in beautiful sashes
And making bold, colourful splashes.” — amen to that! Great poem!
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Thanks Melinda. We should try to make it as beautiful as we can, while we can.
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Ha! I remember when Splash first opened, like 20 plus years. It was a big deal especially when there were no malls around in Abu Dhabi 🙂
Great poem!
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Thanks dear. It was spontaneous. 20 years is quite a long time. They’ve done well to hang in there.
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Yes, there’s no hurry in life. It’s such a beautiful place. I loved your easy use of rhythmic qualities that added life on every line.
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Yes indeed. We should savour it and get the best of it.
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Exactly.
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Love this glorious poem, Jacqueline! The final 3 lines are my favorite–love Calypso music, and the image of all that dancing color 🙂
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Really wonderful poem! So many get so caught up in the midst of things, they forget who they are or what they’re doing… Missing out on life’s little pleasures make the rest of it seem meaningless somehow. That’s why I could never understand workaholics. If you can’t enjoy what you’re working for, what ARE you working for? A day off to breathe would help! Great theme Jacqualine!
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Thank you for your delightful comment. Indeed, what is someone working for if they cannot enjoy it? Makes no sense. Have a lovely day today.
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Excellent use of the prompt my dear!
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Thank you sis 🙂
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