Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Magpie Fifty Three




Shaker of Salt

whisk me away
from snow and ice
winter is boring 
I'm an outdoor gal
need sand and surf
 warm sunshine
yummy coconut sunscreen
rubbed on dry shoulders
you by my side
shaker of salt is
concealed in my bag
through airport security I go 
salt shakers required 
for our Margaritas
whisk me away















32 comments:

  1. My, does this feel good..swaying under a palm already, pass the salt please!! Who could ask for more??

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  2. oh ho- this is perfect! Margaritaville here we come!

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  3. Oh sun sea and salt and wonderful cocktails. I am with you Helen!

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  4. In the midst of winter blues the perfect antidote.

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  5. Oh how I LOVE this, and the song too!

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  6. Jimmy Buffett! I love it! What a great take on this prompt! (And by the way, I'm with you - done with winter/wanting the warm.)

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  7. So that's where the lost shaker of salt went! Great take on the prompt!

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  8. Helen,
    I'm leavin' on a jet plane to Margaritaville in the morning----
    Join me?
    rel

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  9. Sand sun and surf sounds pretty good right about now. Had a margerita tonight at the TexMex place, but it's just not the same...

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  10. Oh this is great...feels so holiday-ish!
    Loved it :)

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  11. Thanks for the trip to the tropics! I'm a New England girl stuck in a February freeze... and am sooo missing the warmth, surf, salt and coconut oil!

    Great write and love the music to put me right there!

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  12. yummy coconut sunscreen, and salt for margaritas sound dreamy just now! great poem!

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  13. I love the new look on the blog! Great sea pictures and what a post. I just have one question, "when do we leave?"

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  14. Can I come, too? I won't even borrow your shaker, but inhale the salt on the ocean breeze.

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  15. Oh yeah, I'm right there with you
    Loved the music
    loved your sass
    bring on summer!

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  16. Love the first four paras..Nice!

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  17. Conjures up wonderful images of a tropical island, lazy days with the 'must have' Margaritas! What more could want?

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  18. beautifully done tale.
    love the playful and confident spirits.

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  19. Oh, that scene reminds me of so many wonderful trips to places like Barbados ( my favorite of all the Caribbean islands ), Antigua, Puerto Rico, et al - and even those lovely places in southeast Asia, Hawaii, etc. Sadly, since the loss of my forensic nursing position of 21 years, 2 years ago, and the plunge in my income from $140,000 to $45,000 annually, my travels have ceased. I've got the most fabulous memeories, though.

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  20. RNSANE, my favourite Caribbean island is also Barbados and I LIVE in the Caribbean!!

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  21. Aaaaa... you make wanna fly to Sunny Florida right away!!
    Such a wonderfully refreshing poem!!
    LOVIEZ!!

    And that hidden salt shaker... hmm.. you naughty gal! :)

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  22. What fun Helen....you wisked me away with this one...i love it!
    :-)

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  23. I must admit - I'm not one for the sun but even I wouldn't mind a good old shake.....!!

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  24. Love this witty poem. And I have been called "Margueritaville" at times - My husband and I two stepped to this song many a times about 20 years ago (!) when we were first married and living in Texas...

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  25. Helen,

    I'd be content with the sun alone! But that salt-sour Margarita rim does hold its allure.

    Trulyfool

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  26. A clever idea and a clever realisation of it. Greatly enjoyable.

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  27. smiles...yeah whisk me away as well...warmer weather and margaritas!

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  28. I am so impressed with what you did with this prompt. To be honest, I was completely stumped. Nothing came. So your poem, for me, is the meaning of the image.

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  29. I can feel the warmth of the sun on my shoulders, when I read this.

    Poetry24…where news is the Muse

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