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The words are changing
with each crashing wave
Redefining the moment
the chosen words lose their intentions
as speakers reinvent them
to represent anew
things we've seen and heard
they merge into shifting vowels
and hard consonants 
I pick up my pen and pout
missing home home

I've been listening to a new Audible lecture series on the Secret Life of Words.  There was a chapter on creating new words and originally I wanted to write a poem where I invented all these new words using the methods described... I didn't do that.  I find making up words hard so it seems.  So I decided to end today's piece with a reduplication instead.

When I was growing up, I don't think anyone really promoted being a linguist as a viable vocation.  It's a shame because I find words so interesting.  For example, the thought that the meaning of words shift with time and with usage makes me wonder if anything I write will be read totally differently in the future.  Or the thought that accepted pronunciation may change with time... I hate change.  Don't even get me going about how interesting I find the Northern Cities Vowel Shift phenomenon.  Peace out.

Batteries

I stay up late 
to recharge the batteries of an introvert
soaking up the silence
revelling in solitude
my mood - walking the line
I find the time to think deep thoughts
and resolve to swim down the lose-lose river one more day
I say to myself it gets better
as the weather warms up and the pavement is wet with the winter melt
I sell myself a song
and long for spring
like a singer trying to get through the last verse before the bridge
the melody rises and the chords change
rearranging the game and breaking the rules

During my visit home for winter break, my sisters and I got obsessed about a song cover that I had found on Youtube called Summer Sadness by Lana Del Rey covered by Daniela Andrade and Gia Margaret.  It has just the right balance of sadness and beauty.  I bring that up because it's what I'm listening to right now as I write this.

One of my new year resolutions was to write more.  After doing nanowrimo last November, I really was reminded about how much I loved to write and I think I really enjoy the short form of this blog a lot more than trudging through trying to write a novel that I haven't outlined.

I've been feeling so drained the past few days.  I haven't been getting a lot of sleep now that I'm back into the work routine again after 2 weeks of staying in bed until 10.  Plus, the past 2 days, I've been getting home late from work because I've had to attend work dinners.  Today's piece is about how staying up late to actually have some alone time is probably going to do me a ton of good as an introvert.  Peace out.