a quenching blue breeze passed

 

Words…are bricks that make up my world. They each have a texture, a feeling, a taste.

Autumn

Azure

Renaissance

Meadow

Constellation 

Landscape

Pander

Render

Rain

Wont (as in accustomed)

Precipice

Innate

Daunting

Lure

Arabesque 

Brood

Epiphany

Lagoon

Linger

Singed

Ashore

Quintessential 

Whence

Fluidity

Whiplash 

Shatter

Turquoise

Dusk

Dawn

Still

Midnight

Noetic

Pendant

Succinct 

Cigar 

Eccentric

Canadian 

 

2 responses to a quenching blue breeze passed

  1. Words are handles on ideas and concepts — that’s what gives them that texture and taste. (Although one problem is that sometimes we don’t all agree on what’s behind the handle!)

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