Triptych Stitch Sandwich Trip Tip
S[w]ing....Heart'S....String
Thoughts..CharT......These
In............Tempi.....Ideas
Taut........InstanT....Tempting
Click........TantriC....Chic
Hear........SandwicH.Here
Haiku Triptych
Drip, drip, drip, slip trip
trickle ignores Time’s sickle
drop, drop, drop crypt..tic
Poetical Acrostic Triptych Trick Trip
I
Poetry is metamorphosis
Of heart and mind combined, -
Emotions surge to urge osmosis,
To merge what ‘chance’ can find
Revealed behind blind synthesis
Yoking letters neatly lined.
II
Poetry is music by another name,
Or in some manner harmony applied,
Explaining day to day occurrences supplied
To offer eurythmic interpretation game
Responding with logic on magic patter[n] frame.
Yet the alphabetic formula hid inside
Enables one to say one’s peace, with self confide
Much which must, ecstatic, “out”. Emotion’s flame
Outpours feelings plastic, amoeba-like to claim
The victim of elastic interplay to guide
Instincts in search of prey. But, pray, what when the tide
Of energy harmonic falters, who’s to blame ?
Not soul but spirit enters into print,
Sends signals out which others’ glasses tint.
III
Poetry: alphabetical exercise linguistical
Overcoming excess, slick success stylistical,
Excluding artifice artistical, puny puristical,
To create with comprehensive characteristical
Respect for rythm, rhyme and meaning meta-magic mystical -
Yet melting emotions alchemistical.
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