life's greatest mysteries

i am a woman who loves words. i am a verbivore. you don't know what that is? i'll tell you later. it basically means i like words. like my food, i like them as natural as possible. not processed, butchered attempts at recreating words, but just stringing them together as they were meant to be.

having said that (i will say more soon), i have a bone to pick with the makers of 'magnetic poetry.' they are at the top of my list of life's greatest mysteries. i bought a box of 'magentic poetry for kids' a long time ago in an attempt to get the midget to appreciate the language. she put up things like 'i love mom' and 'home is silly.' occassionally, depending on my mood, she would rearrange the letters to read 'mom is silly.' that obviously, stayed on the fridge for quite awhile.

back to my boggle. i had started this lovely little poem that i will not repeat until it is completed and on the fridge where it belongs. what is it lacking? one word. one little word. one word that never should have been left out of the kids edition, especially. that word is wish.

i purchased a magentic poetry calendar the other day at the book store and guess what? it's not in there, either...ughhhhhh! what is the world coming to when creative kids (yes, me included) can't have the word wish at their disposal. we kids spend many hours wishing for different things (the midget wants her hair highlighted) and i think i've forgotten how because i can't have it to use it!!!!

ah yes, a copy of that rant will be sent to the makers of magnetic poetry..ASAP.

the second of life's greatest mysteries for me also has to do with words. not mine, but allegedly a.c. swinburne's. have you ever had one those little chocolate confections called a 'baci' (italian for kiss)? a lovely little hazel nut suspended in a chocolate cream inside a wafer shell covered in chocolate and rolled in nuts. yummmm. anyway, inside the wrappers are quotes. lovey-dovey romantic quotes that i generally gave to my guy friends to impress their girlfriends with. one of my supervisors, many years ago, let's say 11 years, gave me one to try and i found a rather nice quote by swinburne inside, at least it said it was by swinburne. the quote is ...'hide me inside you where the sweetest things are kept, between the roots of roses and spices.'

as much as i bemoan love and romance you know i'm a sentimental sap. i kept that quote in my wallet for 7 years. i wrote to the company that made the treats to see if they could give me an answer, but i never heard from them. i went to the library and checked out every book i could lay my hands on that contained anything of swinburne's words with no luck. i even tried looking through databases on the internet of swinburne's works to try and find what poem or letter it may have come from, but it still eludes me. i lost the wrapper about 3 years ago but i still remember the words.

these are the things that turn my hair gray, the greatest mysteries to me, in this life. what are yours?

i miss you all so.