Inventive Language

I’m thinking about recording a new language – I’ve got 2 words so far this week!  (I didn’t say it was going to be a very verbose language, now did I?)

Of course, you may have already had some exposure to the first word in my new language, from this post earlier in the week, and I am glad to report that “irky” seems to have been well received.  By the way, it is pronounced irk-ee? (and it absolutely must have the rising inflection emphasis of the question mark on the ee, otherwise it just sounds silly!)

So, pluffelled (ooh, there’s another word – now I have 3) up with the exuberance for new words, my brain threw this one up/out tonight:

SPLODDELLED  (splod-delled)

For those folks who might be having trouble grasping the meaning of this fine new word – and let’s face it, who wouldn’t – I have bunged it into some context in the following sentence:   “I sploddelled my wine on my desk when I lifted up the glass too fast”.
Yes, fine linguists everywhere, cringe at the monstrosity that is my brain trying to describe events of wine spillage!

Oh, and in case you might be wondering about my third word, pluffelled (pluff-elled), which I just birthed above – it means “puffed up like a proud peacock displaying it’s plumage”. Sounds exactly like that, don’t you think?

So, there you have it – 3 new words for my brand new language – now I only need to find a name for my language, any suggestions?

Having an Irky!

I’m having an irky today,
I’ve been in my PJ’s all day,
I slouched to the couch,
when I got out of bed,
and here I shall probably stay.

I’m having an irky today,
it’s what happens when you are not,
as sick as you could be,
nor as well as you should be,
and you feel just a bit more than “off”.

So I’m having an irky today,
but I hope by tomorrow it’s done,
and that a good sleep tonight,
will put it to flight,
and the irky will then be all gone.

© ceenoa

Two Stories

 
once i was young and lissome,
a tight bud of youth in my prime,
now I am crinkled and shrivelled
as happens to all in time.

once I had velvet complexion,
as soft as the dew of the dawn,
now life’s wear and tear is evident,
in a visage that looks tired and worn.

once all the youth surrounded me,
i was sheltered and shaded, and strong,
now all that freshness has faded,
and yet, some beauty lives on.

© ceenoa

Bones and Scars

the fierce missing shatters my bones
the gravity of grief unraveling
exposing my marrow
stripping off layers.
and I have to regrow again
the skin and sinew of “now”
that holds me together.

© ceenoa

June Frost (4)

 

you cannot see my scars, the silver lines that cover me,
head to toe, heart to soul, completely wrapped.
an irredescent netting, marking the breaking and the healing,
the threads of a new outer that constrain the broken.

© ceenoa

June Frost (12)