Another Wacky Poem
I returned around 10:00 p.m. Sunday evening from a 9-day vacation spending the holidays with my family in Baton Rouge. Aside from the wonderful gifts I received, I also brought home an upper-respiratory infection that may take a few days to run its course. So, since my brain isn’t quite working and I’m trying to save what few cells are firing to work on Ransome’s Quest, I delved into the old school archives and found another poem I wrote for a literature class. I just wish I could remember which American modern poet this was supposed to be an imitation of!
I Have a Thesaurus—it resides Next to the Computer—
where I do Most of my Writing—
In it, I Can spend Hours Finding—
Words—
Which I might not have ever seen—before—
Words—
That lead me—
Other Words—
Same Meaning—Different Look
Lexical—Looking for Hybrids—
Anachronisms—Expressions—Derivations—Neologisms—
Idioms—Vernacular—
Bringing my Writing to Life
Artisan—
Assiduously—An Artist with the Brush—
A composer with the Instrument—
I take—Words—They Become my Own
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Oh no! Sorry to hear about your illness! (I totally understand because we’ve had 8 in the last 4 weeks inour household.) Other than that, I’m glad you had a great Christmas, and are home safe and sound 🙂
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I think you will have to revise your ‘not a poet’ self description. Those words…they look beautiful in that arrangement,and they SOUND beautiful to the ear.
As you delve into the thesaurus, so don’t I into the Flip Dictionary. I can spend forever following threads of words and sighing over their meanings and associations. I’m either a writer or delusional…or a delusional writer! lol
Sorry to hear about the URI. Take care of yourself and ‘compost’ Ransome if you can’t actually write on it.
Welcome home, Happy, happy New Year, and God bless!
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Welcome home, Kaye. How bout those Tigers last night! I agree with Erica-you’re going to have to revise your definition of your writing self.
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