Monday, April 29, 2019

Poetry Project, V. 10.0, Day 24

Have you ever heard a word - a completely made up word - that means nothing, and yet, is perfectly clear???  It's sorta like superkalifragilisticexpialadocious, but not really - it's better, because let's face it, THAT is utter nonsense, and all it really means is that you have been watching too much Mary Poppins.  Well, I heard a word just a little bit ago, and it's such a fun and juicy bit of made-up awesome, I have to share it.  How better than in a poem????

rumblemess

it started as two words,
a gurgle and slither,
a mumble and toss,
the same way a weasel-loop began,
and the snake spring ended.

it was there but for a moment,
and without thinking,
became the rumblemess -
that quasi-queasy, 
turvy-topsy, feeling,
like something is wrong, and yet,
it's perfectly fine.

You can let it go, and hedge your bets against it,
and you might win,
for now,
or when the rumblemess calls,
you can hop to and its bidding.

the choice is yours,
but the rumblemess always calls.



Thanks for reading, 

Me

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