Onomatopoeia (For You)
Onomatopoeia (For You)
Words heard
as themselves,
words that sound out
what they mean–
I’m not speaking about just
“banging”
(siss boom bah),
but, for example, “bound,”
as in leaping bouncily,
or “bound” as in
tied ’round,
or “bound”–aimed
from lost to found,
or “bound”-as in you
clasped by me
and me
locked into
you.
Or take, for another, “missive,”
as inside the envelope we make
of each other
(addressed to “dearest”, sealed
with a loving kiss),
or, for example, “missive,”
which when one of us must leave
is all we have, meaning,
like this poem,
“missive.”
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A draft poem of sorts for my husband. (Pic also by me, taken in Washington, DC by C&O Canal, all rights reserved.)
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ManicDDaily 
June 9, 2014 at 2:33 am
I love how the mind ponders all the different meanings…and returns to the one that “means” most.
June 9, 2014 at 7:22 am
That final definition of bound- you clasped by me and me locked into you is a love poem in itself. And the missive of you inside the envelope you make of each other, addressed dearest, is just such a unique way to speak of your love. I deeply appreciate this celebration of married love. Thanks.
June 9, 2014 at 7:35 am
Thanks. I am always so moved when you talk of your honey, Mary. Was actually thinking of you. Take care, k.
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June 9, 2014 at 9:21 am
‘Words heard as themselves’–sound is meaning, medium is message, and lovely language and wordplay to back up the thought. I especially like ‘the envelope we make of each other,’ a condensed and beautiful analogy that says so much in so few words.
June 9, 2014 at 9:40 am
Thanks. It’s another one that’s really notes for a poem–I will see if I can edit during the day–
On Mon, Jun 9, 2014 at 10:21 AM, ManicDDaily wrote:
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June 10, 2014 at 6:12 am
smiles…fun play with the words and their meanings….turning them around and looking at what they could mean adds to the weight of it….and the nice personal turns…like the envelopes made of each other and the last def of bound…
June 10, 2014 at 1:04 pm
this is brilliant, k – intimate, intelligent, but then I love wordplay ~
June 10, 2014 at 2:53 pm
Thanks. It’s one of those ones I can hardly stand to look at now it’s up, as I think it’s pretty rough, so your kind words are much appreciated. k.
June 11, 2014 at 4:40 pm
May I just say “thank you” for your latest comment on my post? It was one of those replies that deserves a blog column of its own. I’d heard similar comments about the whole Bergdahl issue but not being American myself I always try to err on the side of caution.
It’s not surprising that your argument was so coherent. Your poems are absolutely beautiful, like this one. There is an ethereal beauty to them, but pretty grounded on reality.
Greetings from London.