November 2014

Blessed November sun,

warming my face.

Behind me,

a hummingbird,

like a sprung bowstring,


but more precious, alive.

Merriam-Webster says:

1:  the naming of a thing or action by a vocal imitation of the sound associated with it (as buzz, hiss)

2:  the use of words whose sound suggests the sense says:
1.    the formation of a word, as cuckoo, meow, honk, or boom, by imitation of a sound made by or associated with its referent.
2.   a word so formed.
3.   the use of imitative and naturally suggestive words for rhetorical, dramatic, or poetic effect.
Like that.

bad poetry, inspired by nothing much at all, seldom worked on, never toiled over, half-baked, poorly executed, unscholarly; lacking a certain je ne sais quoi, repetitious and charmless




mercifully brief

Note:   I thought I was really onto something here. I’d just gotten a new smartphone for the first time and the vocabulary suggestions as I was typing were a huge, fun goof:

Tripmaster Johnny Jones’ bogus bongo beat’s surprising horizon suggesting listless meandering – yet its endlessly entertaining inanities reigning wholesale against a glinted stunted confounded floundering expectation – excepting accepted neglected suspected audience rumblings and perambulations. Holy skies! the likes of god’s own visage.