my life in letters
for
me bs and ds were interchangeable
one
letter and its reflection I could fit wherever
this
practice hall marked me a slow learner
word
blind and spelling remained a mystery
my
mothers advice to break down difficult words
did
not take into account
my
long vowel northern voiced tendency
to
sprinkle extra a’s and e’s about
the
thesaurus became my life preserver
as
I looked up words of similar meaning
and
hoped what I required was waiting patiently
amid
the ranks and columns with its friends
the
spell check facility of middle age
enabled
spellings to be puzzled out
different
combinations chanced
until
the red underlining went away
secretly
I still suspect those people
who
demand consistent sequences
who
fear the world of bespoke words
tailored to suit that unique moment
I don't need to say much about it. I think it speaks for itself and keen readers of this blog may have already come to this conclusion.
Here's Anna Ternheim with a song I haven't heard before.
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