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Bedizen – Friday’s Word of the Day

Today’s word of the day at Dictionary.com is Bedizen, which means ‘to dress or adorn in a showy, gaudy, or tasteless manner’.

According to Dictionary.com:

Bedizen is not a common verb in English. It is a derivative of the even more uncommon verb dizen, which occurs only from the 16th century and becomes obsolescent by the end of the 19th century. The element diz- is probably the same as in distaff “a staff for holding flax or wool for spinning” and is probably related to Middle Low German dise “bunch of flax on a staff for spinning.” Bedizen entered English in the 17th century.

I also learned that while the word bedizen is rarely used in conversation these days, it can be found in print. It has a flashy ring to it, don’t you think? Almost sounds like “bedazzled”. One site suggested that because it is an obscure word you can easily insult a highfalutin somebody! Being unfamiliar with its meaning they might even thank you for it!

To be clear, this is not a word meant to compliment someone. I don’t know about you, but I’m keeping this one in my tool chest for those special people in my life whose narcissistic, attention-seeking, haughty behavior gets under my skin…and I’m going to practice saying it with a wink and a smile…you’re welcome! 😀

Speaking of…

accustomed to glitz
they bedizened the White House
calling it a dump

~kat


Nightmares

it is not horror
that elucidates a nightmare
it is hopelessness

~kat

For Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge, prompt words: Horror & Nightmare.


Nightsong

nightsong of winter
silence in darkness swelling
deafening stillness

~kat

For Haiku Horizons’ Challenge, prompt word, “peace” (stillness).


New Normal

they hardly notice
the armed guards, or so they say,
their hearts aflutter

~kat

A Collom Lune (A tercet (three-line poem) that has 3 words in the first line, 5 in the second, and 3 in the third. There are no other rules.) for Sonya’s Three Line Tale Challenge inspired by this photo by Manu Sanchez via Unsplash


Thomas’ Gift

Circles, wheels, whirligigs, fans…Thomas was obsessed with spinning, rolling, twirly things. His parents humored their special boy. How could they not? It was the only thing that kept him calm.

When he was old enough to swing a hammer, he started to build elaborate contraptions. Thomas had little use for school, no friends, and rarely spoke, but wheels were something he inately understood.

As Thomas grew up and his parents older, they worried how he would manage when they were gone. But news of Thomas’ fantastical creations gained him fame and lucrative commissions. Thomas had a gift. He’d be fine.

~kat

100 words for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers Challenge based on this photo prompt by © Ted Strutz.