Cool Etymology Entry 2

Broke (adj.) : ruined financially, bankrupt; (often less seriously) penniless.

Pronunciation: /brəʊk/

Etymology: Many banks of post-Renaissance Europe would give porcelain tiles to their customers who they felt had enough credit. These tiles were called "borrower's tiles." When customers took out a loan, a copy of their information would be imprinted onto the tile. This way when the customer wanted to borrow more money, they would need to display their tiles so the banks could see if the customers had reached their credit limit. If the borrower had reached their credit limit, the bank teller would break the tile on the spot. Hence the phrase "I'm totally broke."

Earliest Use: 1597

Cool Etymology Entry 1

Clue (n.): a piece of evidence or information used in the detection of a crime or solving of a mystery.

Pronunciation: /kluː/

Etymology: Theseus of Greek mythology went to kill a minotaur in a labyrinth unraveled a clew (ball of string) behind him so he could find his way back.

The current use wasn't even in existence until the 16th century when the spelling began to change. Eventually the meaning began to be metaphorical than physical.

Earliest Use: 1393 Confessio Amantis
'She did him have a clue of threde'

Bibliography:

http://0-www.oed.com.libraries.colorado.edu/view/Entry/34830?

http://img3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20121020031439/warriorsofmyth/images/f/fd/Myth-Theseus_and_the_Minotaur.jpg

Risk, Trust, Gamble, Nothing, Desire

"Risk"

The risk was in washing all my blues with my whites
Writing my paper the day it was due
The risk was in walking, alone through the nights
In a dress too easy to see through

"Trust"

The trust was in my step on a high mountain peak
Leaving the window open in rain
The trust was in hoping he does not deem me weak
That he does not wish to cause me pain

"Gamble"

The gamble was in adding the cup to the tray
Eating sushi from the gas station
The gamble was leaving without my pepper spray
In trusting I'm not just a temptation

"Nothing"

'Risk' is not a strong enough word for the fear I feel
'Trust' and 'gamble' don't begin to relate
The hopelessness in planning on needing time to heal
In having to leave the house with armor plate

"Desire"

Desire is in wishing my sisters could sing
Without labels as sirens or whores
Desire is in relief with more daylight in Spring
In wanting love without bruises and sores


I risk my life when I trust the night
I gamble my peace when nothing can save me
And I desire only to love, to love with all my might

Black Bile

There's something precious about the rain. Something so dainty and a little sad. It is intriguing. Like the word "melancholy." When I hear the rain glibly splash on the roof, I think "melancholy." Not "sorrowful" or "mournful." Melancholy. The other words are supposed synonyms but do not mean the same thing.

Websters defines melancholy as a deep pensive, and long-lasting sadness.

Melancholy seeps into your bones. It does not poke or prod, but smiles apologetically and wraps itself around you. Melancholy is rain, cold and peaceful, precious. It is soft and heartbroken, kind but aching.

Melancholy is a petal cascading to the forest floor. It is tiptoeing footsteps on cement, a bobcat's yowl or slowly ripping paper. Melancholy is a feeling of accepting the sadness, letting it hold you, sway you to sleep at night. Melancholy is rain.

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Their Little Talks

Organism, small existence
Swirling twirling dwarven space
Orbiting in tiny distance
Circles, representing human race

Mysterious, transparent rain drop
Reflecting first morning's light
Pinecone, shimmering liquid atop
Winking like a fairy sprite

Twisting branches extending down
Ancient bark squinting: what is in store?
Celestial Sun knighting with yellow crown
Shadows shrinking to roots they adore

Toes patter across pointed rocks
Red nail polish powdered with dirt
The woods love their little talks
When she comes to cry, to laugh, to flirt

She was not meant to be a mortal
In another life she was born a tree
Take off your shoes, step through the portal
Just feel the earth beneath you, just be