Unentitled, Installment
Six
Since the poetry experts like to dissect and examine the works, finding meanings in wordings nuances the poet may or may have not also realized, like puzzles kind of, I guessed poets like weaving in multiple wording-senses for people to puzzle out. At least I did; loved making up new wordages so much I made up this puzzle poem: In this piece, Readers have to puzzle out the question first before seeking the answer.
Often nouns bloom to verbs, like “to parent”
— about Love and how parents bestow it.
Yet as verbs bloomed from nouns
blossom Language’s bounds,
there’s no verb like “to poem” nor “to poet”?
Is to author “to bl’erb”, then, to errant?
“B’Limerick on B’Language” ©
6 lines
Ironic, isn’t it? All these poets, authoring all these pieces, all their coining, all these centuries, and it was I, at this late great late date, not really even a real poet even, who coined the verb, “to poet”! At the time I thought I was for real, though, if that ever counted for anything.
A free idea isn’t worth the paper it’s printed on, so how does our society value free thought?
Another thing I noticed poets like to do is coin new words or expand their usages. Lots of poets, lots of coining, how the language grows!
That was my favorite part of being a poet, when I thought I was a poet — making up new wordaging usaging. One of our main jobs, I thought, when I thought I was a poet, is growing the language, important work.
Human Language is surely strange brew.
Through the ages, it changed as it grew.
New ideas call for words
never written nor heard,
whether new words, or old used anew!
“Word Brew” ©
5 lines
The riddle-rhyme question-puzzle solution is given in a sequel publication, by the way. The answer to the question, however, is not. That is to be found in here, if it’s not too errant.
The rage of the age shoves the sage from the stage.
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