Before You A Love Song Never Took Shape 

Before you a love song never took shape 

never blinked at me with blue-green eyes,

never stabbed me. 

Before you a breakup song never 

laid on my shoulder

and cried with me 

Your love made it all make sense. 

This is why teardrops were on guitars. 

This was why la vie was en rose. 

I only wish I had left love

safely buried

on pages and stanzas.

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2 months ago

last list of "beautiful" words for 2024

to try to include in your next poem/story

Asterismal - of or relating to asterisms or constellations

Astichous - in botany, not arranged in rows

Astroite - a radiated or star-shaped mineral or fossil

Bloodflower - a tropical herb (Asclepias curassavica) with orange-red flowers

Diapasm - perfume of powdered aromatic herbs sometimes made into little balls and strung together

Diapason - a burst of sound

Diarize - to keep or write in a diary

Diatomin - a yellow or yellowish brown pigment found in certain algae and diatoms

Equant - of, being, or relating to a crystal having equal or nearly equal diameters in all directions

Gradine - one of a series of low steps or seats raised one above another; a shelf at the back of an altar on which candlesticks and flowers are placed in a Christian church

Intervert - to turn to a course or use other than the proper one; misuse

Kippage - an excited or irritated state; commotion, confusion

Kithe - to make known

Notionate - fanciful, notional; headstrong, stubborn

Perimorph - a crystal of one species enclosing one of another species

Peripeteia - a sudden or unexpected reversal of circumstances or situation especially in a literary work

Quaesitum - something sought for; end, objective

Rounceval - something very large; huge

Senecio - any of a large genus (Senecio) of widely distributed composite plants that have alternate or basal leaves and flower heads usually with yellow ray flowers

Senectitude - the final stage of the normal lifespan

Tragedienne - an actress who plays tragic roles

Urceolate - shaped like an urn

Urostege - a scale on the underside of the tail of a snake

Urushiye - a Japanese color print in which the dark colors are printed with a lustrous medium commonly considered to be lacquer

Windflaw - a gust of wind; flaw

If any of these words make their way into your next poem/story, please tag me, or send me a link. I would love to read them—always.

More: Lists of Beautiful Words ⚜ Word Lists ⚜ Writing Resources PDFs

1 month ago

Nothing

To do nothing but stare at a wall, watch the sun wash over old paint. To cry because something blew into my eye. I thought of something funny and remembered your face. To cut a carrot the slow way, julienning each disc, one by one, to put my face over the pot as hot water boils. To do nothing but fold my clothes as if my hand was an iron. To watch your yawn like a slow-motion movie. To touch the thin film of dust without rush to wipe it away. To write as if I were talking to myself. To do nothing the whole day. To fill it to the brim with nothing, nothing but nothing.

4 months ago
It's Never Too Late To Start Something New It's Just Waiting For You, Poem Of The Day!

It's never too late to start something new it's just waiting for you, poem of the day!

4 months ago

Fret not, the crocus

Has not croaked its last

The trembling toad

Awaiting a rushing spring

The daffodils dreaming of

Frolics and foibles

The barren trees waiting

To stretch toward the sun

The hush of the lark

The ice of the night

A breath held

A song remembered

4 months ago
From My Latest Poetry Collection, Leaf Litter.
From My Latest Poetry Collection, Leaf Litter.
From My Latest Poetry Collection, Leaf Litter.
From My Latest Poetry Collection, Leaf Litter.
From My Latest Poetry Collection, Leaf Litter.
From My Latest Poetry Collection, Leaf Litter.

From my latest poetry collection, Leaf Litter.

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1 month ago
THE METEOROLOGIST SAYS SUN

One day, stripped of faith, I stopped waiting. 
I waved goodbye to the woman who ran
through the years, like she was always missing
a train.

Well, it was never coming. 

I would know, I built that station.
I tore up the tracks before I had the inkling to lay on them.
Or, that is to say, before they prayed for me 
in a candlelit room. A cross drawn, 
a whisper meant to save me.

We all want to hear that we’re loved. Or we could be.
But all my friends are planting gardens,
and I’m a dandelion, wishing for a breath
to carry me away.

Once, I would have begged to be buried
to bloom with the tulips. But the years are getting shorter.
I reach for the sun and wait 
for it to confirm I’m alive.

A 6 AM kiss and I’m still here. 
This morning, I believed the weather report.
I tip-toed to the edge and the blood rang in my ears.
I opened up my arms
— and the world kept spinning.

THE METEOROLOGIST SAYS SUN

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