Language is a huge paint box. This wordplay, in which I engage
each day, reminds me of blending colors and painting splotches; sometimes they
make sense and sometimes not. It’s the process that matters here.
Last night I picked today’s word and got an early start composing
a poem for it. Oh my, what was I thinking?
“Delayed”
For
The moment am I, for
Everyone
Rushed ahead…to die.
It sounded too dark for this morning's lovely sunshine and birdsong.
Here is the next one I wrote for the word ‘after.’
Acting
on an additional thought,
Fraught
with contradiction,The senator contrived to
Even the score with
Repugnant malediction.
My friend was watching the wildlife segment of a morning show. After
we discussed how amazing and magnificent animals are, I felt inspired to compose a third poem
for today’s word.
Animals
of this world will
Fare
better whenThe uptight, upright mammals
Evolve to living more
Respectfully.
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