| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 01/28/14 at 05:47 PM Interesting....thx for this, Kristina... :) |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 01/28/14 at 07:09 PM You gave me a ream of entertainment, here and elsewhere, eventually landing on RFC 2795 (about which I have mixed and mismatched feelings)--deliciously factitious; you are consummately nutritious~ |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/28/14 at 11:36 PM Good reminder that a language is like a living organism, and continues to evolve over time. Words come and go. Twerking is a good example; how long will it last? Expressions too...I'm already sick and tired of the entertainment related: Give it up for.... |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 01/29/14 at 01:48 PM This may seem like a fun play with words but as put together by you I believe it really has a far, far more poetic sense to it. |
| Posted by Steve Michaels on 01/29/14 at 06:47 PM Three cheers for Dord and a poem well met! |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 01/30/14 at 05:18 PM Fun, great playing with a word. George says it right, you give it great poetic sense. |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 01/30/14 at 11:14 PM ... so very excellent..... |
| Posted by Amos Last on 01/31/14 at 10:07 AM between the kangaroos and the gold
...immeasurably dense |
| Posted by Sam Roberts on 01/31/14 at 05:17 PM love this, I think everyone has said it for me :) |
| Posted by Rob Littler on 02/04/14 at 05:45 AM big D please |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 02/04/14 at 02:08 PM I love the whole idea of this ode, Kristina, although I am not so keen on the notion of words, particularly one's own, giving birth, the implications of which will keep a poet busy changing diapers, not to mention having to feed them and provide for their college education and then their dowry, should words ever think along wedding lines. |
| Posted by Dane Campbell on 02/25/14 at 06:54 AM I had to look dord up! Informative and very clever. |
