whispertree's profile

My favorite distractions are words.  A real love affair with collections and gatherings of letters and characters on a page, in a conversation, and in the air.  Every word has a spice and luster.  I love their cadence and rhythm and staccato.  I love how they flow and roll off the tongue, dripping with emotion and sensuality.  They shape your lips and contort your face.   A word can be soft and dreamy, floating in a whisper or hard and harsh and grating, like a pounding roar.  They fill a moment and define it, then linger in the remaining silence after the moment is gone.  Heavy and light, they evoke and inspire.  Deliberate and poignant or careless and accidental, they are the phantom thoughts and expressions that reside in a mind wanti…

My favorite distractions are words.  A real love affair with collections and gatherings of letters and characters on a page, in a conversation, and in the air.  Every word has a spice and luster.  I love their cadence and rhythm and staccato.  I love how they flow and roll off the tongue, dripping with emotion and sensuality.  They shape your lips and contort your face.   A word can be soft and dreamy, floating in a whisper or hard and harsh and grating, like a pounding roar.  They fill a moment and define it, then linger in the remaining silence after the moment is gone.  Heavy and light, they evoke and inspire.  Deliberate and poignant or careless and accidental, they are the phantom thoughts and expressions that reside in a mind wanting to be heard or the brick wall created behind which to hide.

I find myself catching a word from the midst of a conversation and letting it play in my imagination.  Stuck in my mind until a thought is grown into a theory then cultivated into a poem.  It’s a fascination, a fetish, and an allure to which I am powerless.  They give me power and strength and pleasure.

For more of my work, visit www.givemetwowords.com or www.whispertreecreative.com