Echo

One of these images is not me
Features reflected in glassy sea
She blinks blue eyes towards the light
But I lose her when I chance to follow her sight

How can I tell apart the two
Tears, fears, hopes, for both they're true
My feet touch hers when they move close
Both with blue painted toes

She looks like me but does not feel the same
Has my face but not my name
Her face is sadder, eyes with tears
She collected more wrinkles over the years

I want to tell her it's ok
But I'm not sure what to say
She stares at me while I make up my mind
To turn around, leave her behind

Without me she all but vanishes
I walk away and my absence banishes
My mysterious twin like she was never there
I need for her dark, bitter stare

Pelagic Descent

How foul the yowl
Of the wind
Clout cuffing the edge
Undisciplined
Mink slink breeze
Shiver thin-skinned
Turned to gale
Zephyr grinned

Craft lilting, tilting
Awake, eyes closed
Bow reaching
Figure Head exposed
Timber eyes stilted
Forever posed
Tear crying face
White horse imposed

Envisage linen floating over berth
Shaken to rest into place
Cushion cradle your head
In trance of cotton grace
Dream swathe the mind
Thoughts silkily effaced
Dim moonlight
Over pillowcase

Clash din wood splintering
Strike into now
This vessel diminished
To be disavowed
Plunging stern choke back the brine
Compensate for selfish prow
It is humbling in the deep
No ignominy in the avow

How foul the yowl
As the comber rolls
Dragging the keel down
To under-sea shoals
Relish this last conclusion
Relinquish the control
What tranquility that herefore comes
With manumit of this immortal soul

No more
This corporeal shoal

Cool Etymology Entry 3

Humor (n.): the quality of being amusing or comic, esp. as expressed in literature and speech.

Pronunciation: /ˈhjuːmə/

Etymology: Ancient philosophers thought that our bodies were made up of a mixture of four liquids. These liquids were what created our temperament (which, get this guys, actually means mixture!). The four "humors," as they were known, were blood, phlegm, yellow bile, and black bile. Blood lead to optimism, phlegm to slowness, yellow bile to a short temper (the Latin word for bile is "chole" so having too much yellow bile lead to a choleric temper), and black bile made you melancholy (melancholia in Latin quite literally means "the state of having too much black bile"). If there was any imbalance in these humors, a person would become eccentric and strange. Later "humor" became an synonym for oddness. Eventually it evolved into its current meaning, an adjective for someone who brings laughter to the strangeness of life.

First Use: 1340AD Ayenbite  
'To þe bodye of man comeþ alle eueles uor þe destempringe of þise uour qualites oþer of þise uour humours'





Bibliography:

http://0-www.oed.com.libraries.colorado.edu/view/Entry/89416?rskey=VX4hVS&result=1&isAdvanced=false#eid

http://education-portal.com/academy/lesson/black-bile-humor-definition-lesson-quiz.html#lesson

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.