Well, considering how it’s not included in the dictionary, I figure I can say it any way I please!
February’s poems revolve not only around love, but they’re all about apricity. A lovely word that’s not recognized as an English word because it can’t be found in dictionaries the general population has access to.
Why that is remains an unresolved query of mine, so I’m conjuring up ways to apply this word however I can imagine it could or should be used.
This week’s poem Apricitying You, is a play on words somewhat derived from the word appreciating.
The first of five stanzas is relatively straight-forward in stating how one might appreciate the warmth of the sun at any time of the day. But when looking at the title while ignoring what was going through my head when writing these lines, I might wonder if Apricitying You is a play on words implied as “appreciating you”. Or is it meant as apricitying you as in “warming you”?
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Unlike the golden pocket watch that went missing decades ago, the heart locket you gave me, I still have. Safe in my dresser drawer, it’s best kept there rather than shown dangling close to my heart.
“I know it’s too soon, but I want you to have this.” You said as you reached into your coat pocket and pulled out a small envelope.
“I thought we agreed not to do this. This gift exchanging thing.” Surprised and slightly taken aback, with Valentine’s just a couple of days away, you clearly reneged on the conversation we had had when we first met.
“It’s not like that.” You said lightly as you moved towards me and extended the envelope my way. “It’s important though, and I’d like you to have this.”
I remained guarded and unflinching. Had you not been so confident, other than crossing my arms or turning away, anyone certainly would have been disheartened and discouraged. But you were neither. Like I, there seemed to be so much more stirring within you.
You opened the envelope and pulled out a small note. Instantly taken back to the day when we first walked together through town, when I curled my fingers inside your palm for warmth, you gently and warmly unraveled them now.
“You can read it later.” You said while gently slipping the note into my palm. I watched intently as you reached into the envelope again.
Why I felt so hesitant somewhat disconcerted me, but I remained unaffected and detached. The tyranny of thoughts and emotions that cycloned through me, varying from ecstatic joy to trepidation and fear, I kept at bay as you placed the envelope on the sofa table.
I must have felt like an ice block when you brushed past me and stood close behind. But all soon melted when your lips kissed my shoulder tip.
“I just didn’t know how else to express this.” You kindly whispered and went on to say, “This holds the two most important and meaningful people to me.” You opened the heart locket to show me a tiny photo of Cailyn and I. That’s when the guarded ice block surrounding every part of me dissolved into vapour and disappeared.
A single teardrop escaped and landed in your hand. The same hand that held the locket, mine slowly moved up to wipe it clear. My head tilted back slightly to rest comfortably into the alcove between your chest and shoulder. How perfectly and comfortably your body met mine, surpassed any other I had ever been this close to.
Before you could place the locket around my neck, I turned into you to hold you close. Countered with the feather-like weight of your strong arms, I don’t know that I’d ever held anyone so tightly before.
“Thank you. This means more to me than anything ever before.” I muffled into your chest and then looked into your kind pale blue eyes. Eyes so sincere yet so obscure, as much as I wanted to let you in, there always seemed to be something holding me back.
Then like a gentle tide rolling in, your eyes filled, so I lifted myself up to place my lips where a tear so sweet I kissed.
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Although I’m not being swooned, nor am I swooning anyone today, I do enjoy happy celebrations. So today’s poem goes out to someone I dearly love. Albeit not a romantic kind of love, but rather a motherly love, I certainly romanticized these lines when I could have simply written, I love you sweetie.
Three out of five stanza’s to this poem, the other two describe the setting that set off a string of thoughts which led me to write these lines. If you would like to read Sweet Love in its entirety along with notes about why it was written, please visit Cadent Words to view Becoming a Poem : 22 for you.
Be sure to follow Cadent Words. Next week not only continues with Apricity by the Sea, but also gets into this month’s colour – garnet.
With only one day until Valentine’s Day, are you prepared to be swooned? Or will you be doing the swooning?
Whether there’s any swooning to be had or not – swoon, swooned, swooning – isn’t this a great word!
Not in the sense of fading or fainting, but in the sense of being swirled into ecstasy while dazed and enraptured – in a good way, and only momentarily of course.
If you read the last tid-bit on Apricity by the Sea, it certainly seems as though Harold was swooned. Swooned by apricity or swooned by Apricity – well, that’s up for the reader to decide.
It’s interesting though, how some people associate words based on their personal experience with them. I mean, if we consider the synonyms associated with the word swoon – it’s hardly one to bring up in a love-themed poem. But when I think of the word swoon, I see it as a cartoon bubble filled with swirls, stars, and hearts plopped over my head when suddenly exalted with joy, excitement, and anticipation while the swirl of utter bliss and ecstasy spirals up and down my core. Wow! I’m feeling dizzy just trying to explain this!
Momentarily sidetracked by swoon, let me get back to the latest on Apricity by the Sea.
What is it exactly that happened to Harold? He was certainly swooned. But by whom? Or by what? Could it have been a combination of elements that affected his thoughts while being apricitied as he stood next to Apricity?
One might think I might be all out of love-themed poems once Valentine’s Day comes and goes. But unlike being swooned, love lasts longer – and thank goodness for that! Otherwise we’d all be walking around dizzy-headed not knowing where we’re going!
Be sure to catch today’s segment of Apricity’s Tale where Harold is back at his home with rightfully enraged Marianne. The one possibly considered to be the termagant of this tale, is she rightfully enraged or is she overly jealous?
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When writing Kissed by Apricity five years ago, I had no idea I would be fabricating Apricity’s Seaside Tale today, but it certainly conjures images of what may have transpired between Harold and Apricity!
Last week at Cadent Words, February’s word of the month, apricity, led me to fabricate a tale about why the word apricity has been left out of the dictionary. The beginning of the tale makes it quite obvious. Harold and Apricity were seen together in the middle of February, which caused Harold’s beloved Marianne to assume he had betrayed her.
If today’s poem, Kissed by Apricity is any indication of what took place between Harold and Apricity, perhaps Marianne should leave him and take all the money! But what if the word apricity is taken for what it means (even though it isn’t included in the dictionary) and is replaced with:
I could not tear myself away From the warmth of the sun
How could I leave the warmth of the sun Warming my cheeks
The poem certainly takes on a different tone, and in my opinion, looses most of its charm. I don’t know about you, but even though apricity isn’t included in the dictionary, there’s no way I’m removing it from this poem!
I’m just glad I came across such a lovely word, and I still think it should be included in the dictionary, no matter what happens in my fabricated tale.
What happened between Harold and Apricity when they first met by the sea? Was she smitten? Was he swooned? Who swooned whom?!
The second stanza of Kissed by Apricity temporarily moves away from the drama surrounding Apricity’s Seaside Tale.
It was a very chilly morning when I stood at the edge of a covered pier while enjoying the warmth of the sun after an exercise routine.
The word brume, another great winter word that caught my attention along with apricity, were both so evident on the morning that led me to write Kissed by Apricity. Not only was the sun warming me, but a magnificent thin gauze of mist floated above the ocean while the heat of my body visibly evaporated away from me. This is how these verses came to be.
But enough about me! With Valentine’s Day just a few days away, I need to get back to February poems and I must get back to Apricity’s tale!
If you missed the beginning of Cadence’s February tale, visit Cadent Poems : February to catch up on Apricity by the Sea.
Tomorrow brings closure to the poem Kissed by Apricity but will continue with the tale of Apricity by the Sea.
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