“Autonomic Onomatopoeia”
Autonomic Onomatopoeia
Certain words onomatopoeically
pluck meaning from innate sound–
evolved sound, sound that we have
very long inhaled–their consonants frets
on the neck of our consciousness, their vowels keys
to our xylobones; their syllabication
autonomically strutting
across the bass of our brains.
They sneak their tongues
into our ears – kiss;
strum tenderly the harp
of tuned tendons; zither
our various plexi; nipple songs
of hip (pocampus) as if
on a dulcimer
of reflexive-–fuck
percussively; susurrate love
like the near silence
of twilit breeze; and when you are far,
and I am farther still,
they make up poems
that both of us
know
by heart.
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Draft poem for 24th day of National Poetry Month. I like it! I hope you do too. (Sorry to those who are offended by profanity for the profanity!) Also updated since first posting – could not resist the hippocampus.
This is not linked to any other site, so, instead, I’ll plug some of my books! (Second Sorry!) Comic novel, NOSE DIVE, book of poetry, GOING ON SOMEWHERE, or children’s counting book (with elephants) 1 MISSISSIPPI. Check them out!
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ManicDDaily 
April 24, 2012 at 10:58 pm
Awesome, great diction, and I laughed aloud at your tags.
April 24, 2012 at 11:02 pm
Thanks, Anna. I am so admiring of your energy this month–all those multi media pieces– I am badly recycling old drawings! And you are putting together these multidimensional pieces. K.
April 24, 2012 at 11:10 pm
I like it too. Great choice of words and phrasing, trying to hear it all as I read, nice rhymes read well in the end too. 🙂
April 25, 2012 at 5:32 am
I do like this, it has a sideways look at the topic. . And I think “onomatopoeia” is a wonderful word just in itself, too.
April 25, 2012 at 11:41 am
I LOVE it! and no, I am not offended by any ‘bad’ words….LOL!
I always forget what Onomatopoeia means….but this poem will make me remember not only the meaning of the word,
but the fucking process! LOL!
Lady Nyo….who really likes this poem!
April 25, 2012 at 11:44 am
Thanks much! Ha! k.
April 25, 2012 at 12:04 pm
ha i am not easily offended…but i do love all the sounds in your works….i have to think about what that might sound percussively though…hehe
April 25, 2012 at 12:05 pm
Ha! I’m sure you’ll come up with something. k.
April 25, 2012 at 4:30 pm
This is fun, and very rich in little word tastes that make it a poem worth mouthing out loud as one reads along–and thank you for not resisting hippocampus–(tho mine is permanently camped and no longer hip, I think) it adds just a little more spice to the percussive mix. And bonus points for susurrate–love that word–onomatopoeia in the flesh, as it were.
April 25, 2012 at 5:06 pm
Yours is very hip! k.
April 25, 2012 at 8:57 pm
Wonderful! I was listening to La Donna e mobile just as I came to this– hah! I love all of it and especially
sound that we have
very long inhaled–their consonants frets
on the neck of our consciousness, their vowels keys
to our xylobones;
Wonderful word-play– “Even the little flowers are fuck’d up between the earth and the sun…” (or something like it– D.H. Lawrence..” xxxxj
April 25, 2012 at 9:00 pm
Ha! Thanks. k.
April 25, 2012 at 9:01 pm
PS – I felt quite happy with xylobones. It appealed to my funnyphone. K.
April 25, 2012 at 10:38 pm
haha…just love it k. – very unusual for you indeed but you did well…made me smile..and got somewhat excited about the …ähm…music…smiles
April 26, 2012 at 12:45 am
Ha, thanks Claudia–