Word of The Day: Lazuline

lazuline, adj.

Pronunciation:  /ˈlæzjʊlaɪn/

Etymology:  medieval Latin lazuli genitive of lazulum meaning "rare"

ine - Forming adjs., repr. Latin -īnus, -īna, -īnum, added to names of persons, animals, or material things, and to some other words, with the sense ‘of’ or ‘pertaining to’, ‘of the nature of’, represented in French by -in masc., -ine fem., in English now usually by -ine, formerly and still exceptionally by -in. Examples are Latin adulterīnus adulterine, anserīnus anserine, asinīnus asinine, canīnus canine, dīvīnus divine, fēminīnus feminine, genuīnus genuine, lībertīnus libertine, marīnus marine, masculīnus masculine, supīnus supine; in some cases with blending of a previous suffix, as clandestīnus clandestine, intestīnus intestine, mātūtīnus matutine, vespertīnus vespertine.

  Of the colour of lapis lazuli.

 

1877   C. Patmore Unknown Eros i. 3   Love's three-stranded ray, Red wrath, compassion golden, lazuline delight.

Note to Self

Note to self: do not fall in love with your sadness again.

La Douleur Exquise

I always knew the end was nigh. I'd hoped otherwise, but I knew that was foolish. That way lies madness.

"Tell me about your lacerations," he said, flashing that deadly smile. I knew I was done for.

Ode to an Achilles Heel

The perfect masculine aesthetic:
6'2" eyes of blue
strong silent
type. Good
with mechanical device
or in the wild.

I was enthralled. Sybaritic.
I thought it was you
wrong spent
hype. Good
between my sheets
or in the wild.

Our first touch--synesthetic.
Dreamt in shades of blue
taste bud bent
hue. Typed. Bad.
In your arms
home and so much sad.

We're All Going to Die

"We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing."

~ Uncle Buk

Dreaming, Fear, Fate

The dream is always the same, though it occurs less frequently. I awaken, within the dream, to find myself in a house I don't immediately recognize; somehow I know it is the house you and I shared. I know without knowing how I know. All I want is out.

But none of the doors open to the outside. They open into the room where I was just standing, or to other rooms and hallways. All I want is out.

I don't know how long I spend futilely opening doors, perhaps it varies each time, before I give up and accept that I am trapped. There is no way out.

Afraid to Love

Afraid to Love

I turn away
and close my heart—
to the promise of love
that is luring.

For the past has taught
to not be caught,
in what is not
worth pursuing—

To never do
the things I've done
that once had led
to my undoing.

~ Lang Leav, Love & Misadventure