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CONFESSIONS OF A LINGUAPHILE

Confessions Of A Linguaphile
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, 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 2015 by Joan Hart
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