Poetry Tow Truck http://djvorreyer.wordpress.com/2011/07/16/poetry-tow-truck-29-ugly-ducklings-and-transformations/, asks us to take an ugly word and beatify it in a poem. When it comes to words, I’m kind of like a dog with an odor: there are no bad odors, only interesting and uninteresting ones. I had to look for something else.
Most of us have verbal hiccups or tics: words we use constantly but don’t notice (unless one has a wife to point them out); luckily, as writers, we have the opportunity to edit the damn things out before they’re seen. The ones that grate on me the most are, “like, you know; whatever, actually” and “dude.” I dug through the words I find myself overusing and misusing (Sandy helped), and the winner was “horrific.” (Note to Viv: I threw in a couple of archaic usages just to irritate you).
ODE/SONNET TO HORRIFIC
by Mike Patrick
O horrific, your meanings grow.
You once were simply frightening
before your use did overflow.
There’s now no end to what you mean.
A tiny pimple, described as you?
That’s not your use, not as designed;
Or how about horrific shoes?
O woe is he, so oft maligned.
With overuse, you’ve lost your face.
So often do you now occur,
most everyone forgets your base,
no one remembers who you were.
I fear it’s gone beyond control.
Somewhere, long past, you lost your soul.