An archaic term
Yet we witness living examples daily
On television, on radio
In big white houses and small suburban homes
Perhaps not obsolete but modern
Perhaps not irrelevant but relevant
Perhaps not anachronistic but timely
We need a new way to describe daily horror
Why not use an outmoded term
Describing modern behavior perfectly?
(A Free Verse Poem)
A new box of crayons waxy points undented
Deep in my mind the fragrance is cemented
It’s wasn’t until I saw a bald cypress tree in fall
That I had any idea what burnt sienna was at all
Detours out of thick black lines once lamented
In reality my vocabulary augmented
My world is colored by crayolas pigmented
Names partnered with hues gave me the wherewithal
To precisely describe my world big and small
Into my memory these colors are cemented.
(A Sonnetina Quatro)
They say this word is obsolete
But I don’t know how that can be
When it creates a thought complete
About the woods surrounding me
(A Redondilla Poem)
(A Spanish Quatrain)
I understand in Japanese
There’s a word for the interplay of light and leaves
When the sunlight shines through the trees.
Why don’t we?
(A Quatrain Poem)
(A Monorhyme Poem)
I learned a new word
From author Annie Dillard
Describing the sound
Of my favorite place to be
Where boulders and water meet.
(A Waka Poem)
(A Tanka Poem)
Inspired by reading Annie Dillard‘s Pilgrim at Tinker Creek. This is just one of the many words I had to look up while reading this book.
(Inspired by Pensive or Thoughtful Mood a 1939 sculpture by Stella Elkins Tyler)
Rubenesque a negative
Willowy a positive
Zaftig to avoid
Slender to attain
Chubby a dislike
Skinny a desire
Stout to loathe
Svelte to long
Why do these words dictate decisions and self-worth
When they say nothing about inner beauty and character?
(A Decastitch Poem)
Pulchritude seems the perfect word,
Coarse and lumpy and hard,
To describe the scaly, flakey
Exfoliating, peeling, warty
Beauty of the bark of a tree.
(A Gogyohka Poem)