ALONG WITH SEVERAL NEOLOGISMS OF MY OWN
Tanka for Certain Autopologisers
Relax codapologists — I have your backs until you have your own
Presenting my premiere proper prosetic piece of prosetry promptsponse to Tree Langdon’s
Choose a word from our list of made-up words and write a story or poem, or whatever else comes to you.
1. Autopologiser
How to know if you are an autopologiser: someone bumps into you in the street and you say sorry. You say it again when some arrogant fool pushes you aside in the elevator so that they can get out first. Maybe you even say it to your toast in the morning if you’ve burned it. Whatever the case, you say it so much it has lost all meaning.
My Tanka to the Innocent Autopologisers — The Codapologists
Codependency Lost self-awareness and worth Stop eggshell walking Set and defend boundaries Proudly assert your power
This was my previous promptsponse to Tree’s challenge, which, while excellent, resulted from reading the challenge too quickly, hence my first-above use of the modifier “proper”:
If my instant (present) tanka resonated with you, so will my musetee’s latest curated masterpiece,
and as Esther George wants me to start taking credit for my contributions to our impartnership, the wordsmithing, or as I prefer, wordchemy of that neologism, is described here:
In Rama I create,
PS: This song has some apropos lyrics and in any event, it’s one of my all-time favorites by an underappreciated band — my 3rd favorite after The Beatles and The Clash
