Do you keep words?
shiny jars of them,
strings of word pearls
tentatively test out in public when I feel brave
(and hold my breath hoping I didn't just use the word "rectum"
in place of "reticule").
A friend of mine cherished the word "canopy" for months.
Here are some word strings I am playing with today:
symbiosis, chrysalis, cherubic
portion, potentate, importune
meagre, moronic, mastering, muse
Poet Gerard Manley Hopkins did word strings brilliantly.
When read aloud, I hear
sparks that hit in unexpected places and a compex flow of rhythm.
I kiss my hand
To the stars, lovely-asunder
Starlight, wafting him out of it; and
Glow, glory in thunder;
Kiss my hand to the dappled-with-damson west:
Since, tho' he is under the world's splendour and wonder,
His mystery must be instressed, stressed;
For I greet him the days I meet him, and bless when I understand.
There's something subliminal at work that I'd like to achieve in writing.
Depth. It's the secondary and counterpart. That shadow I never quite catch.
The pull when I listen to Bach that is its own underground melody.
It's the dream world so close to waking where my best dreams and the true reality hides.
What words flock to you today?