Send More Words
Dear unseen, unknown, uncertain source,
Could you please send a catalogue of words that mean good, happy,
yes, positive, hooray, yippee, yea and yay too?
You must have columns and pages and lists available for times when the butter begins to melt in the clean skillet
and the smell is good but the words are not good enough for that smell
of lusciousness, luxe, luck and fortune, that fragrance that a woman loved,
for sure, long before recorded time.
I need options for words I can say when the cream comes down in the
glass of iced coffee and the beauty of its coming leaves me speechless.
Please show me the choices you have available for the buttery yellow happiness of work going well, of nothing wrong, of things so right it may be bad luck to mention them—you’d know. I don’t.
I’d like the catalogue now, please, or at least in two days, like Amazon Prime.
Buying all the words I need could be a problem, so please send information on your literary leasing programs as well. Do you have rent-to-own?
And can you tell me how to reach you?
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….could I borrow it, sometime? …. when you’re finished, of course ?
I hope there’s a license that allows me to share with up to five friends, like microsoft office 365.
“when the cream comes down in the
glass of iced coffee” is doing the work here just fine!
Thank you, Amy. I hope your day has many such beauties.
A plight common to us all very uniquely expressed. I wish there were some way other than chance, dumb luck, and simple theft, to get at that uncertain source.
Probably it’s just keeping at it, like shooting a thousand photos in hopes one will be good. In any case, in spite of the longing to be better and know more, it’s a joyous effort, trying to write poetry, don’t you think?
I love the special moments you list. It makes me want to write my own list!
Oh, I hope you do! Thank you for your comment.
Do I detect a bit of the word weariness lurking in my wordprocessor, too? My brain is tired with all the effort, but I do have to say your poem reads as if yours is still right there on the job. Good work.