One Liners

Have you ever heard something, some tidbit of vocal inspiration, some word or phrase that sticks to you, refusing to leave your mind until you've thoroughly exhausted it?

I have and I just shook it:

a kilt and a candle

There's nothing to it really. Just a mere five words, three of which are pretty insubstantial. But, there's something there, salting the words together into a bewitching blend of consonance and assonance. The phrase starts hard and finishes smooth. The images beg for connection yet do so with natural elegance.

One line, one fragment creates a poem in itself, a poem created from the description of a moment: my neighbor walking out of his place with a kilt and a candle. Removed from its context, the fragment gains meaning beyond the denotative.

Have you ever had a piece of language lodged in your brain? What was it? Why was it so attractive to you?