Treasure Island

Indira Renganathan


Alankar(Decor) - 91


Threesome(Conversational couplets)

Converse in Couplets is
stanzaic, written in any number of couplets.
syllabic, all lines are 11 syllables.
rhymed, aa bb cc dd ee ff gg etc.
a conversation between at least 2 voices.

Threesome

Blow into my heart to soothe much as you can
For summer is too hot burning much to tan

Wait o'land I'm already in the process
Moved moist to breeze and cool the best in excess

Do it soon o' breeze more and more for I'm parched
Get cooled from the ocean to dab my space scorched

O'earth, wait, up I'm pushed to get the clouds grouped
They will hide the sun, rain will then calm us coped

Submitted: Tuesday, October 02, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, October 02, 2012
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