The Joy of Moist

Apparently, some people don’t like the word moist. I think damp is a worse word with more negative connotations, conjuring images of ruined blackened walls, fungus, mould and spores that lead to ill health, suffering and eventual death.

I don’t know why some people don’t like the word moist. Maybe they connect it to the word sweaty, or areas of the body that may be overheated, but even in that case, moist is better than drenched or wet or sweaty, smelly, sticky or stinky. I don’t particularly like the word sweaty but I think all words are good. They all describe. Sweaty is descriptive, it’s powerful, it’s evocative but why would it be preferable to moist? Sweaty cake or moist cake? Sweaty soil or moist soil? There’s no competition. Moist is not too wet, it’s not too dry, it’s the goldilocks of H20.

I’m at a loss to understand what is so bad about the word moist. It even sounds good phonetically. A soft velvety sound, relativelty easy to spell, looks good, sounds good.

In the seventies and eighties, when I was growing up, the word moist didn’t seem to be a problem. I discovered that a lot of women shudder at the word moist. I don’t understand why that is. There are many other words that would make you shudder. What I learned lately is the amount of men who don’t like it either. If people can’t bring themselves to like the word, perhaps they could appreciate the positive connotations of it in some circumstances. Moistness can be a help and not a hindrance and in this world where things are either too wet or too dry, it can be a boon to life.

When I think of moist, I think of moist soil. A plant with moist soil is a plant that has watered soil which will make a very happy plant that will thrive and grow. Also, when I think of the word moist, I think of moist cake. There’s nothing more delicious than a moist cake. There’s nothing worse than a dry cake that should be moist, yet no-one falls over into a dead faint at the word dry. Dry cake, skin, or soil, does not have so much of a future as moist cake, skin or soil. So as far as I’m concerned, moist is a great word.

Our Little Coffee Club

Every week

A group of us meet up

For simple and honest friendship

Between a coffee cup

We talk about everything

We laugh, we smile

And sometimes we drink coffee

Once in a while

For two hours a week

We’re in our happy hub

Knights at a round table

Our little coffee club

Beside Myself

If I am beside myself

Then I am two

I don’t know why it is

I don’t know who

Who is beside me

And why are they sad

Who is this person

They are quite mad

Get behind me Satan

I don’t want you near

No tortured soul

Can loiter here

If I am beside myself

I want it all good

The person will be kind

And does what it should

Who is this being

Please go away

Unless you can hug me

I don’t want you to stay

Unless you can comfort

Unless you can smile

I need you to go

And run for a while

If I’m beside myself

I need them to love

No war is allowed here

Just the peace of a dove

So if you are twin

And you won’t go away

I have to accept

All of yesterday

I’ll make amends

Who is this that dares

You won’t go away

So I need you to care

I need you to merge

You can’t be beside me

You’re freaking me out

I need you to leave me

I won’t be beside myself

There’s no room anymore

There’s only space

For one on this floor

Time to melt into one

I got you sussed

This town ain’t big enough

For the both of us.

I Beat You In Tears

I couldn’t beat you in anything

You were always miles ahead

And whenever you lied

They believed what you said

When I tried to help in the kitchen

You kept me lame

You shooed me away

It was your domain

Everyone loved you

Without exception

You had the charm of the devil

From the inception

I bigged you up

You kept me down

You were the class

I was the clown

I wanted to please you

Didn’t need anything more

Requited love

Is what I always hoped for

When you were hurting

All I did was cry

When it was the other way round

Your eyes were dry

You never wept for me

In all of your years

I beat you in something

I beat you in tears.