Every time he sighed
She heard, I’m through loving you
He meant, I’m so lost
Ennui so intense
That his desire to do naught
overtook boredom
He lives in grey tones
Avoiding the bright facades
Embracing nothing
Ennui is one of those words that I chronically mispronounced for much of my life. Most avid readers will understand this. We come across a word with which we’re unfamiliar and discern its meaning from context without ever bothering to stop and look up the correct pronunciation. For many years I mentally said, “in you ee,” rather than “än wē.” Sometime soon I’ll address “facade” and “docile,” both of which I mentally mispronounced.
Praying for Eyebrowz 
Pronunciation can’t be that important if you’re able to express it in such a natural flow of seamless poetry!
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Thank you!
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Yikes his mind readers can hear your mispronunciations!
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I hate spellcheck should’ve been “Us mind readers can hear your mispronunciations!”
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Spellcheck is my worst enema. 😜
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The first haiku, heartbreaking . So often true.
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Thank you!
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