Verbal Intention
by Michael Romani

The word is miserable and flimsy
But I cannot help stealing the word
The word that speaks is mimsy
A word that was two and then blurred
At Lewis Carroll's sharp whimsy
It's a looking glass world filled with whimsy

It doesn't take a kleptomaniac
Nor even a wayward neophile
It sometimes just takes the knack
Of a weary bibliophile
Who somehow cannot find the right word
And suddenly, in a snap, it has occurred

It only takes a few well placed proto-logisms
Scattered around to grow into the neologism
That help foment the thoughts
Which become the memes that yesterday brought
There within our semantic extensions 
Is the beginning of all verbal inventions

(c) October 23, 2017  Michael Romani
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