bruit

Today's word is

bruit

Not one of my favorites.  I always thought this one sounded contrived in modern English when used alone, and cliché when used with "about."  Oh, well.  We'll see what we can do with it, shall we?

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Wednesday, 12:45 p.m.
Okay, I got nothing.  Nothing, I tell you, nothing but a splitting headache and no use for the word "bruit."  But do check out Moose's charming entry in the comments.  Very sweet.  Well done, Moose!

Comments

[Billy The Blogging Poet]

I thought I'd bruit that you made the list of 100 Blogging Poets In 100 Days.
http://bloggingpoet.squarespace.com/bloggingpoetcom/2005/9/11/tooth-rats-and-100-blogging-poets.html

[moose]

Sorry about the tests. These comments weren't working properly last night. Here's the poem I was trying to add:

Auscultation

like a drum her heart is
bom bomm, bom bomm,
and the murmurs and hums,
the inner sighs of her breathing,
an orchestrated cacaphony
of discrete bodily movements,
motions in rhythms of their own,
each moving as a part of the greater song.

but a sudden kick, a pulse,
for just a moment, pushing taut
the distended surface of her belly,
sounding its own treble bruit,
pressing out an extra curve,
a sudden random beat
out of sync with the chorus,
heralds the start of a new song.

[Sara]

Thanks, Billy. :)

And Moose, as you know, I like this a lot. I have to ask, though: Is this reflective of something in your life right now? Will there be another Moose calf in the near future? If so, extra felicitations to you.