The Ancestry of Words

Confessions of a Remedial Stitcher

Confessions of a Remedial Stitcher

These words
scribbled side`by`side
they are not actually mine
I learned them one`by`one
over years from immigrants
in whose home everything
owned at least five names
three of them not in

A life`time
is not long enough
to remove words unused
from the mind’s thesaurus
regardless of careful tutelage
Tho I may think originally
I can express my thought
but in these words
I borrow

“We open our mouths and out flow words
whose ancestries we do not even know.” ~ Penelope Lively


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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10 Responses to The Ancestry of Words

  1. Pingback: The Ancestry of Words – LeeLee.INFO (Lee B Atkins)

  2. but it’s the arrangement that counts…


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