Showing posts with label dramatic vocabulary. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dramatic vocabulary. Show all posts

Thursday, December 4, 2014

Personal Dictionary

December 4

PERSONAL DICTIONARY


Everyone keeps a dictionary in his or her head.  All the words lay on platters each with its own flavor and meaning.  There are favorite menus, phrases, which form warmly in the mouth and hang sweetly for the ear.  Other vocabulary is exotic, pungent, occasionally with a strong aftertaste or off-key ringing.  Abundance brings a wealth of conversation and keeps the cold of boredom at bay.  Free for the taking, words grow out of life lived.  When we have lived separately, even if only in our separate heads, meanings vary and reference must be checked.  Blue sky is blue sky, but do you speak of azure, cerulean or peacock?  Life is so much show and tell.  Drink the sunshine with your eyes and flow it out to me with your words.


Write on scraps then tape them together.
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Night Spaces


When it gets dark it gets dark fast.
They say, night falls,
though sometimes it feels like it falls down.

What is little realized is there is a lifting
when the light has gone away, the sky raises
its roof and there is more air to breathe.

Long lost is the pink wisp
that heralded this night
and far ahead is the next wisp
of pink singing of the moon.




You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault

Thursday, May 8, 2014

The Shiny Thing

May 8

THE SHINY THING
The starling stands with the candy wrapper in its beak; the cellophane flexes in the breeze.  Here is my life.  I have the shiny thing in my possession.  What do I do?  Do I give up my intended tasks to attempt dominance or control of the shiny thing?  Do I release this thing of intrigue and beauty?  I am drawn to the shimmer and sparkle but shudder at the price.  The world is filled with shiny things.  I can enjoy them but leave them where they lay.


Play the tune but change the lyrics.

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More Than a Fedora

I have no explanations only expletives,
I wish I had something to say
that you wished to hear,
but that is not current events;

Foul humored broadcasts are what fill the air this day.
Bad temper is tempting,
but I can no longer be satisfied in this way
nor is this a performance that you care to witness.

I will play FCC to my ruminations
curtailing this colorful darkness for my benefit
and the clearing of the air.

I have never shied from dramatic vocabulary
and I do not now,
but throwing out words is waste
and I am learning to conserve.

I don’t have to leak my power
I can cover my head
and close my mouth.


You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault