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Confessions of a Word Person 06.29.12


Confessions Of A Word Person



There’s nothing more diverse than people

The things they cherish, that turn them on

The things they collect and want to “keeple”

Their treasure stashed when day is done.



Some like their cars, matchbox or antique

Old and battered or shiny and sleek.

They polish and buff them then drive them around

Taking pleasure in gear shift and motors that sound.



Some delight in dishes, with patterns that match

And vases and pitchers, or just one of a batch.

Some collect ducks, or elephants, or pigs

Some look for paintings to enhance their “digs”.



But for me, I love words,

How they sound, how they rhyme,

How they roll off my tongue,

 Absolutely sublime.



Like abstruse and duende, oppugn, fancify,

Prodigious and resile, cachinnate,and belie,

Vademecum and bedizen, coterminous too

Fugacious, inexorable, and then derring-do.



I could go on forever for there’s no stopping place,

Tapetum is a bright spot on a cat’s pretty face.



I’m a logolept and probably a logophile too

I think I’m a logogogue, but that’s up to you!


Copyright Joan Rowden Hart, June 2012

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