(Dreaming up Words)
Nomenclaturation
The wind like floss, the air like silk,
saxophone music flows like milk.
Hecklers may insult my words,
saying that they are absurd,
and as my life draws near its gloaming,
I admit, attention’s roaming.
Yet I stand by the discrimination
of my nomenclaturation.
I sit in my chair and dream
as words flow by me in a dream.
I reach out for word after word,
selecting some that are absurd,
and when I find they do not rhyme,
I make up words time after time.
The practice didn’t start with me.
How do you think words came to be????
Prompts today are saxophone, heckler, discrimination, gloam, chair and silk.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Nice one, Judy! Especially like the weaving in of “saxophone.” And how old is this photo of you?
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I think it is within the past year.
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Darling, you look like a teenager!
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Well I’m certainly approving this comment, even though it is anonymous.
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Darling, you look like a teenager!
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So love this❣️❣️
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“Saxophone music flows like milk” – love this line!
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Ha.. I played the Saxophone in my high school band.
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That is so cool!
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How else indeed?! You nailed this one.
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Brilliant
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