There are word mines all over the house,
at least one in each room or more;
French ones, Latin, Italian and English.
Go to the mines for a word for a poem.
Synonyms and antonyms,
send me on treasure trails
to find words to bedazzle
and words to bore.
Here are some favourites
mined here and there on the way.
Choice number one is serendipity
for sound and for meaning
found quite by chance one happy day.
Good words and bad words
precise of sense or cloying
new words and old words,
newly coined words
like that useful aggrannoying.
There are those who don’t like adjectives
delicious, round, abstruse.
Words roll off the tongue so well
they’re much too good to lose.
Clichés, too, are not admired,
but how did they become
clichés if they don’t describe a truth
Received phrases, usually deplored,
can be useful, though tend towards verbosity:
another of those words to be explored
without animosity. But I digress.
In my pomposity, words led me astray.
Meeting the Bar at the dVerse Poet’s Pub wants us to think about diction and choice of words. This one isn’t new, but I think it fits the challenge better than anything new I could write.