Thursday, July 26, 2012
Maybe it’s the flow of words. Or the meaning behind those words. Or the joy of just playing with words. Some days I toy with alliteration. Other days I focus on using as many words as I can with four or more syllables. Other time synonyms or antonyms are fun to explore.
Today for some reason, "ough" stuck out. And this is what became of it:
what ought to be wrought
by those who aren’t doughty
but frough and without
but suffer a drought
of happiness and fought
what should be lovingly sought.
Four little consecutive letters. Yet add vowels and consonants to the fronts or backs of them and you have different sounds performing an entirely different concept.
Why is that so intriguing? Beats me. Ask a different writer. Maybe they know.
Posted by Jaclyn