BETWEEN – FIRST VERSE

This is a song (well, the lyrics anyway) I wrote over this past weekend. It includes two neologisms as part of the lyric set.

 

BETWEEN

Between the fire and the flood
Between the mire and the mud
Between the briar and the blood
There is no other one like you

I’ve been a million empty miles
I’ve seen a million other smiles
Still there are no other wiles
That work upon me like you do

I wish that I could get away
I wish that you were here today
What else can I say?
It’s all a lie, and yet all true

Between the fire and the flood
Between the why not and the was
Between the bire and the bud *
A flower grows in barren soil

You know we never were complete
Until we could admit defeat
All that time we let retreat –
The labor and the toil

I wish that I could get away
I wish that you would ever stay
What else is there left to say?
These alibies will never do

Yet still the ember burns
Yet still the pages turn
And yet still the ground is churned
Can that all just be for me?
Or is that all because of you?

One day our world will come
One day the depths will plumb
Whatever’s left will sum
So that both of us will see –
Between the fire and the flood
Between the mire and the mud
Between the byer and the blood ^
They’ll be you
And they’ll be me…

* bire – the well-worn path by which one goes to visit the grave of a deceased loved one, or one that one regularly treads in the expectation or hope of seeing something or someone previously lost or disappeared. Similar to a bierbalk but one walks this path with the expectation that one will see the dead one again. Path of Resurrection.

^ byer – one who says goodbye, but only temporarily. Also a seemingly coincidental occurrence but one suggesting a definite but unseen cause, “by the byer.”

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TIME RUNS BACKWARD – unfinished poem with neologisms

Time runs backwards as I age to taunt the pretense I presage
A quiet evening gathers force against the efforts I endorse

I build, I dream, I recreate, alluring hope I’m not too late
I treasure up those goods I keep yet still comes on that endless sleep

Protean made, a crown of gain, is nothing more than shadows slain
For time runs backward like that dawn that shall soon cease to carry on

A starless night, a moonless sky, an Earth devoid of my reply
This versive current of the clock has made of me a thing to mock *

Awkward does my every care seem amplified – a blind man’s snare
Bound within me I’m unknit, my ledgers lost, my tack unfit

Nostic lies the length of me, consumed in doubt and dread defeat *
For time speeds backward like the flight of birds of prey who track my plight

What matter if I shape the world so tightly is my soul so whorl’d
That I can never free myself from ravage, ruin, or dispel

The loss I suffer while I decay, my aims in life all led astray
I raise, I reach, my fall is great, the night comes on, I woke too late

Drommund grows the darkened eve, when will not this soon relieve *
For time bleeds backward like the wound that to cure is all immune…

 

versive *to be both poetically metered and twisted or torsioned into an aversive design or subversive shape

nostic * to be physically exhausted and unable to continue yet fully aware and sensate

drommund *to race through the world in a reckless and violent or suicidal manner

ASWERMIC

I’ve been having this dream lately about the word “aswermic.” Actually I’ve been hearing the word aswermic a lot lately being spoken in my dreams.

So this morning I looked it up and could not find it in any English dictionary, ancient or modern.

I’ve tried variants as well, different constructions and possible conjugations (if that is the case) such as aswarmic, aswirmic, aswormic, aswurmic, and aswyrmic. Or aswerma, aswormae, aswarmos, etc.

From looking at the variants I thought possibly that the world might be a root term which is possibly Sanskrit in origin, but I can’t find anything so far on it or any of the variants.

If I can’t find anything then I guess it will be up to me to define it and I’ll consider it a neologism.

Why I keep hearing it in my dreams or what it defines or might possibly imply I do not yet know. Maybe it is related to the novel I’m writing, to the languages I am inventing (though it doesn’t seem related to those languages, as aswermic seems Latin in origin, but isn’t, and aswurmic seems almost Sanskrit, but doesn’t appear to be), but so far I have no answer and no joy.

I guess I’ll just have to keep working at it and assume there is some meaning behind the term I’ve yet to discover. In the meantime I’ll work it as a neologism and see where that might lead.

If any of you guys have ever encountered the term, or a term like it, in whatever language, please let me know as I’d be curious as to what it means and from where it originates.