I love wordplay. I love alliteration. And I love juxtaposed metaphors and impossible phraseology. I love working with words. And I love the one true, living, loving, creative God who gave me the language I can manipulate. Take a word like – Phoenix. In English, it’s not pronounced at all like it looks. How cool. And today that word popped up on my linguistic … The rest of the story…
Tag Archives: a little poem
By the light blue sky In the wee hours, those hours when most people are still asleep, sometimes my thoughts toss me phrases. And I think it’s my subconscious watching to see what I’ll do with them. If I’m awake enough, I take on the challenge. And it used to be with my physical sword. Well, my trusty Bic pen. But nowadays I rely … The rest of the story…
My Phoenix Imagination It arises from rainbow ashes. It takes flight on crystal butterflies. Once forgotten and then forsaken… Now it glows above translucent skies. And it’s all mine…imagination, A Phoenix, a ruby lightning rod. I’m transported up through the heavens, With a blink, into the house of God. I love wordplay. I love alliteration. And I love juxtaposed metaphors and impossible phraseology. I love working with words. … The rest of the story…