And I have no issue with ’sprangle’ as such, and have even been known to coin a word upon occasion. It’s the impact of the whole which I’m addressing. Naturally, this is in part a matter of taste – what one person finds lyrical, the next will consider mawkish.

But this may not be the place for such a conversation, and I’d be happy to continue it – with genuine respect – elsewhere, or privately. Often disagreement can lead to growth on both sides, and my only interest is learning to read, and to write, with ever increasing sensitivity, skill, and depth.

For a little context, that quote in the comments was about the death of a parent–written for someone who had the joy of a strong bond.

And here’s a definition: sprangle v. i. to spread out tortuously. “The streams sprangle in every direction like branches of mountain laurel.” (”Smoky Mountain Voices: A Lexicon of Southern Appalachian Speech.”)

“You may not be able to live always enveloped in love, but you can remember that you did for a time. In the dark, just don’t forget that light–it was, and you were swimming in it. Sometimes that has to be enough.”~~Marly