Words are beautiful little things....we use them so carelessly, so easily without really understanding their potency, their inherent little wordly qualities. I see them as tiny beads packed with meaning and definitive purpose. Strung together as sentences, flavoured with accents and moods-they are tossed across in conversations. And when these garlands touch-maybe caress, sometimes hit the other person-they explode into a shower of comprehension, imagery and colour.
Some words are hard, unyielding....like a "cut" or a "brunt"...then there those dynamic ones that can "swing" or "slash". The softer "slush". The tempting "lure".
Then there are the quiet ones, mild but shrouded in mystery like "ether"...It has a cottony feel as it slips off your lips. But my all time favorite would be "metaphor"....enigmatic and dignified. Something about it that makes it so powerful in a subdued sort of way....
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