Seems to Me
Maximilla, Age 16, Austin, TX
Seems to me that good words have gone out of
That taste or emphasis on a certain word seems overused.
We colloquially bind ourselves with iron lashings,
to a Webster dictionary far abused.
I wish for redamancy in my books,
euphonious words in my poems.
Chimerical words are what texting took,
and they stole away susurrus tones.
Who is a raconteur now?
What does aubade mean to you?
Amorphous words far and wide, yet, we only use a few.
Caprice is what drives me to inscribe this verse, clinquant, I hope, are my words.
Desultory words are more than the change in my purse and as crepuscular as wings of birds.
Dulcet nouns fill my head and effervescent verbs my tongue.
Ineffable, the world spins, is what my mother said.
If there is no one to love these ephemeral words,
I am happy to be the only one.