Saturday, March 31, 2012

Mouthful

Some words are bigger than others.
They take up more air, give more lip,
use many more of the mouth’s muscles.
They take longer to say, often unpronounceable,
with unexpected twists, hidden syllables,
extra letters tucked away in some dark corner.
The type of word favoured in spelling bees,
the students stumbling over their tongues;
as if they’ve been given a trick question.

The kind of words rarely used, being difficult,
the foreign speaker wondering ‘why and how’,
my thesaurus baffled, the dictionary mum,
proving some things are better left unsaid,
how some truths are best unspoken.


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