Tick, Tick, Poetic Pleasure ( Poem by Harindhar Reddy
Tick, Tick, Poetic Pleasure (
1.
Bingo!
the love dryad proffered
me cups 2 - treasure and
poetic pleasure hence I chose verse
aha.
2.
The stars
are specs for gods
to see the world.... My eyes
are mirrors of my soul to look
at you.
3.
You all
dream to climb to
heaven, I dream it to
reach me via love, ending worldly
love, zoinks!
4.
The skies,
the galaxies,
folklore, woods, animals,
birds, blooms weep for you, when I long
for you.
5.
My love
Showcases entire
universe in my heart
may be intuitive hyperbole
for you….
A sequence of 5 cinquain stanzas functioning to construct one larger poem.
Cinquain = 2,4,6,8, and 2 syllable lines respectively.
Phoneme is the smallest unit of spoken language and they combine to a syllable, and syllables in words and so on. English speech sounds are divided into vowels and consonants. Further vowels are divided in to mono-thongs, diphthongs and triphthongs.
I included triphthong in a single syllable as one unit.
THIPHTHONG = THREE VOWEL SOUNDS PRONOUNCED TOGETHER IN A SINGLE SYLLABLE
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