What Poet Isn’t Passionate About Words?

They are our greatest and best toy!

We jump in the deep end and back stroke through

the dictionary like we own it—and we should!

We love words so much, every single one should

be ours.

My heart thrums with such joy when I page through

my Heritage (dictionary) and spy a word I’ve never noticed,

But the letters tell me that it is a word of distinction and

station

I relish reading the meanings, 1 through 5 and chuckle

at the odd pronunciation—-O my, what possibilities this small

 microcosm of the English Language!

 It carries a whole narrative of a miraculous journey

 through mystery and intrigue

If I decide to swim deeper, I go to the Oxford English Dictionary

where a whole page can be dedicated to  a single word and its ancestry, explaining all of its origins-enough drug to  keep a word geek high

for an entire afternoon!

But I digress…

Googling will never give this generation the satisfaction of

Savoring a word, masticating it carefully and swallowing its

Essence

Only hard copy can give such satiety and ultimate pleasure

But I am a word geek and a silly poet-what do I know?

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