Sunday, June 11, 2006

Sounds Like

This is a quick and short list of words I love to hear spoken, much like the now mythic status of the euphonious phrase, cellar door.

eighth
corner
tar
sorrow
resolution
crush
poem
mesh
criquet
touch
Colorado
moor
torn
heroine
quiet
naked
you
smoke
show
mirror
jaguar
whisper
Joshua
kiss
larder
through
calm

10 comments:

whosyourhuckleberry said...

I would also add:
Shire
Obsequious
Fetter

and probably more, but sleep awaits...

Citizen H said...

My $.02:
Rebirth
Vindication
Sail

And, all seriousness aside:
Caper
Prank
Free Beer

blue viere said...

obelisk

whosyourhuckleberry said...

monolith
ampersand
camino real,
er sorry, wrong language...
lock,
or even Locke...
dice

kissyface said...

ooh! dice and shire are excellent. like lock(e), a lot. some espanish permissable - i wrote 'colorado,' after all. but ampersand? that's the ungainliest submission to date! free beer is more harmonious!

aytch - caper... nice!

jt castleton said...

dont forget:
euphony
colloquial
pasture
ethereal
wicked googly
murmur
babbling (brook)
whisper

kissyface said...

silly Stitch, I didn't forget whisper. still, your list is great. colloquial - amazing. I have to tell you, I can't get behind babbling (though I've been known to do it). 'brook,' however, is an entirely separate matter.

whosyourhuckleberry said...

Well no one can argue with the phonetic harmony of "free beer."
Ain't gonna happen...

jt castleton said...

did i say whisper? i meant quiche.

Anonymous said...

Near the eighth corner
On the black asphalt
Replete with tar and sorrow
I make this resolution
To expose this crush upon my soul
In the matrix of this poem.

Leaden filigree gently mesh
With the mischievous gold that resides beneath
In my midnight longings I play criquet
As I dance on and caress verdant Colorado pastures….

My leonine nature will no longer moor with
that grey and torn heroine.
As she ragefully parades, dampening me to remain quiet
And naked without you ….

The smoke from the heroines’ show
Only mirror the ashen fog
Of my caged jaguar hopes
That whisper each growl
Like an expiring Joshua tree

I’ve waited too long to embrace and kiss my life
I’ve starved within the rich larder denying my appetites
I will not allow such charred disquiet through
To penetrate the calm that exists beneath the leaden pool.