PICTURE DICTIONARY OF THE BEAUTIFUL PHONICS

 

PICTURE DICTIONARY OF THE BEAUTIFUL PHONICS

We learned the sounds for sun and moon and stars

For house, for home, for all the hours

For parents, grandparents

Plant and stone

For seasons, colors, holidays too

For friend, for teacher

For church and school

For ice cream pink within the cone

For rains  that fall

For feeling alone

For green of grass

For red of rose

For love of thee

Lord, I compose

Small songs of memory

And of love

And mourn and mourn

The wounded Dove.

My language

Rumbling, shorn of fleece

Made out of brickbats now

And stick figures unsmiling.

Mary angela douglas 31 january 2024

NOTE ON THE POEM:

On the rampant current dumbing down and political distortions going on in the English language now with the coining of new terms and phrases completely out of sync with the beauty of the language. That is what this simple poem is about.