Written for a poetry potluck. I used 20/57 words. I thought that was pretty good. :-) |
Today I want to write a poem of big words A verse that’s a juggernaut of verbosity with superfluous stanzas and overstuffed sentences humongous words words that will indubitably confound the mind even though this will be a clandestine operation, totally covert It was never meant to be big, bad, or bodacious (we leave that for the symphony) But rather like seeds, I’ll plant my words And let them germinate and resonate I’ll spread them around from verse to verse like bees spreading pollen from one flower to another (that iridescent magical powder) until they bloom and blossom, forever mighty— Yes, I want to write a poem of big words pretty words like champange or chartreuse that evoke the elegance of drink or the gentleness of color Or words that sing to their own quirky beat like fortuitous or mellifluous (hey that’s kind of neat) I’ll write under the soft cover of dusk and avoid any demolition of my verse by those who have an aversion to my (big) words and once I’m done and this stanza’s complete I’ll put up pen, I’ll put up feet I’ll sit pretty on a little bench and preview my piece, pretty like a princess (oh yeah, I said it—come on, be sweet!) No need to be the gatekeeper here on out Because my words are meant to be shared and of this, there can be no doubt So let me write my poem my poem of big words I’ll splurge on a feast of dictionary terms We’ll then gather together to read and to wonder about the splendor of words and their enormity we’ll ponder. This is my poem of big words. |