Words of Power 2

Yesterday I posted some of my power words, two of which created largely negative images in me. I don’t want to give the impression that such words are generally negative so here are a few of my more positive ones.

Son: Little legs kick, little arms move. A smile from a crib. I hear a gurgling laugh. I see a small back, riding away for the first time on a bicycle. A young pitcher puts another strike across the plate. A boy near grown hugs his father.

Fog: It’s morning. Sounds are hushed. The grass is thick with wet diamonds. Trees drip a faint, cool liquor to earth. A pleasant chill shrouds my walk, pats soft, damp fingers to my face. Every old curve of road is new again. Mysterious.

Silk: I see a shimmer in dim light; my fingers caress a coolness that is sweet. She moves. A faint sound, too delicate to call a rustle, too soft to call a swish. Slickness clings, wrinkles, smoothes. Pupils dilate.

Tomorrow or Monday I’ll post about some of the words that other bloggers have mentioned in comments here, and about ways to use these words in writing. Thanks to everyone who added their words. Some great stuff there. Interesting stuff.