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.
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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!
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Tomorrow brings closure to the poem Kissed by Apricity but will continue with the tale of Apricity by the Sea.
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February’s love-themed poems continue this week with Kissed by Apricity.
If you caught the beginning of Apricity’s fabled tale explaining why the word apricity is not included in the dictionary, you might assume today’s first stanza was written for Harold.
Having met her by the wintry seashore, Kissed by Apricity could easily be interpreted as Harold not wanting to leave the lovely February lady’s side. After all, she did introduce herself as Apricity, didn’t she?
The truth is, I wrote Kissed by Apricity five years ago. A short and sweet poem made up of three stanzas and twelve lines, it was impossible to pass up while conjuring this tale!
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I continue today, with my tale based on the word apricity.
Warmed by the sun, or apricitied by the sun? which do you prefer?
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In the meantime, let’s get back to this story:
Unable to tear himself from the sight of her, he walked through wind and snow until he reached the shore.
“Excuse me for intruding, but may I ask why you stand so close to the sea while the wind blows and snow falls in February?” Little did he know, but she had seen him before.
“Well good morning sir. What brings you here so close to me?” Snow stopped falling and the wind calmed to a breeze as she turned to look at him.
Why he didn’t respond to such a simple question might’ve had to do with the sudden change in weather. Perhaps it was the sudden change in temperature. Or could it be that he was unintentionally smitten by the warmth of her inquiring eyes?
“Again, please excuse me my dear lady. If I interrupted in any way, it certainly wasn’t my intention.” Adept with words, this made it seem as though he was unflustered, “My name is Harold. How rude of me to engage in conversation without first introducing myself.”
Wind and snow entirely ceased, but the clouds above moved at great speed as the pause between the two came to an end. His hand reached out to hers in a gesture of greeting and as her smile widened, a clearing in the sky allowed for the sun to shine through.
“Good morning dear sir. My name is Apricity.”
Well, well, well! Who swooned who? Did either one intend to swoon the other?! All that’s known at this point, is that the warmth of the sun covered Mr. Harold like nothing he ever felt before!
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I’m certain there’s a valid and logical explanation for this word to have been left out, but I’ve yet to be privy to any information that satisfies my curiosity.
Curiosity and imagination. What a great combination to lead into my creatively fabricated tale about apricity:
Harold worked diligently at his book of words. Supported and encouraged by his wife, not only his book, but their entire marriage was threatened when he was found walking hand in hand with another lady in the middle of February.
“But Marianne! I thought you loved the word!” Harold hollered desperately after she demanded he obliterate it from his book.
“Drop apricity immediately! Or else I and all of my family’s funding will leave you and your work forever!” Outraged and humiliated, Marianne’s voice soared and screeched like Harold had never heard before.
Love, once again, like many songs have been written, is a great part of this story. But is it really love that Harold and Marianne share? And is it really love that took over Harold while frolicking around town with this February lady?