Well, hello m'dears =) Yesterday, I was toying with the word "kinesthetic" (which I was spelling incorrectly as kenesthetic, though I like that spelling more). I knew this word from school because they are always talking about being kinesthetic learners, which I understood as hands on learning. I began to recall "kinetic" energy, which is physics, action or motion (the actual motary force to move), and wondered if the two words were related. Interestingly enough, they are. Kinesthetic is the "being aware" of causing motion and "kinetic" is motion. I had written a phrase that really came off the cuff and out of nowhere which was "kinesthetic and ghostly apparitions." I always find this part of things intersting, you might say I'm an amature philiologist (one who studies words). I often go after a sound in my writing where even if you don't know the meaning of the exact word, you get a feeling for the definition just by the setting and the sound. I was thinking of a thought, more of a vapor of a thought or vision, in a motion, the literall "spinning of the wheels" in your head, which is what the word translates to in that sentence. I find it so cool that the sound I went after actually matched with the meaning I was thinking! I know, I'm a word geek... =P Anywho, I wrote a poem to go along with this. Its a bit abstract, but since being kinesthetic is being aware of motion you are causing and the space and motion around you, I would say I think kinesthetically, and I want to keep learning this way, being aware of all the things, people, and windows God wants to show me. So here goes.
Kinethiesia :
One step at a time
Drawing invisible lines
We pass by and in our motion
We both get the notion we freeze
And our sense of space
Is completely erased
One more dimension
But we mention only the breeze
Trying to keep this all locked up inside
Will drive us both completely insane
This is bigger than the entire blue skyline
Of beauty love life and pain
Kinesthetic and ghostly
Apparitions of who we both want to be
We can forget this if we really try
But to forget is to give up and die
And I don't wanna break the peace
I wanna find out who I'm s'posed to be
So aware of our time in space
Relative to only us two
This is beyond the age of typical
And coming in to the difficult
But beautiful
And I'm willing to try
I'm a Kinesthetic learner
And I'll be aware of the Turner
Of our page
But you can't just stare and laugh at me
At that rate you'll never get to where your supposed to be
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