Lexiconical

I love a good lexicon,
Not to a fault, of course.
One atilt in mealy mots,
Rich imputation and wit.
Such a tome fills our eye
With new food for ought.
When passion is literary
And inspiration rampant,
There's no finer thought
With respect for savant.
No wish to be a polyglot --
Fan of book bag, I am not.
Babel smudged exactitude
To scatter colored prose.
No time lost to verbosity,
Babel fan must forbear
Metaphor too diffused.
May he use base word
And translate to himself?
Still, I wonder, in a crowd
Does the translator rest?
19 ways to toast a host,
And no time for a siesta.
I will skip Rosetta code
To tramp in English ode.

Author's Note

It is fun to focus on some pregnant topic and then let the mind drift, just to see where it takes you. I often do but must hurry to capture it all in notes or prose before it fades back into the mist.

Reviews

[Onlyme]

I loved this little ditty of a poem about Lexicon. Made me smile, ponder and enjoy. Thanks for sharing.

[bigfootprint]

I fairly giggled myself when writing this little piece. It works well I think, but isn't intense enough to get too excitred about.