Get Your Premium Membership

Edna

What better name for one who'd analyze and scrutinize the sources of logomachy, a philosopher who filters truth from lies, our building blocks, the seat of aetiology. A thinker's thinker, one who ponders well the implications of a life-long gleaning, 'composed of' and 'comprises,' just a single cell in her journey to examine every meaning. Though new expressions find their way to dictionaries, they bastardize, dilute the power of language, 'snuck' instead of 'sneaked,' no real propensities to offer something better, (tawdry verbiage!) To communicate with skill, singular fluency takes 'savoir faire,' a knack for etymology!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

Date: 12/17/2015 3:10:00 PM
Language, like the cell, mutates divides and morphs into something unrecognisable over time, particularly when using cell phones when texting, and then creeps into dictionaries and common use.
Login to Reply
Wood Avatar
David Wood
Date: 12/17/2015 4:21:00 PM
Ahh, and I mistakenly hooked on the last stanza. Apologies. hope your friend enjoyed your fine poem.
Bickerstaffe Avatar
Keith Bickerstaffe
Date: 12/17/2015 3:55:00 PM
I meant it as a love sonnet to a very dear friend...

Book: Shattered Sighs