Welcome to day 27 of the April Write 2013: a new era begins
Adam Rowland here again for the third and final time in 2013.
For those with a penchant for numbers, we’re 90% of the way through this year’s April Write. For those with a predilection for words – which I dare say is all of you – then this day is for you!
Today’s theme is all about language, and I have titled my piece ‘Lexicon’.
A lexicon comprises all a language’s words, and is used together with a language’s grammatical rules; together, the lexicon and grammar comprise the language.
Language is very important to me, as I am sure it is to you. You can bend it, shape it, even beat it up and it will still bend to your every future whim. It can make people laugh, cry; it can even incite violence and start wars. It is all powerful – and potentially very dangerous.
Please feel free to explore this theme in any way that is meaningful to you.
I look forward to reading your respective – and respectable – pieces.
Synonyms and antonyms are drawn together to form ironic and sardonic statements of sincerity.
Similarly charged nouns and pronouns subtly enjoy its repulsion.
Translucent rambunctious adjectives dance on the page agitatedly.
Verbs run and dance and sing.
Figurative incursions of speech violate the norm.
The comma baulks.
The full stop cannot come soon enough.
Zita Holbourne (c) APRIL 2013
She memorised the words of her poetry
Like a lexicon absorbs vocabulary
Each one followed the other
Like a doting lover
Like a glowing, glossy glossary
Of vocal vociferous vocabulary
She said the words out loud passionately
Not like reading them out of a dictionary
Diction and timing were everything
It was words but you could hear her sing
The melody flowed and blended with the inventory
Of Spoken Word elaborately
Twisting and intertwining
Swapping and exchanging
Words that had meanings for us
Like a personal thesaurus
Her words felt like a holy book
Rather than a word book
Because the passion of her delivery
Matched her enriched vocabulary
And had the audience crying out for more
Had them collapsing on the floor
As we tried to take each word on
Like it belonged to our personal lexicon
Zita Holbourne, Poet~Artist~Activist April Write 2013