Cradle Blooms

Aiyeko-ooto excited in 8th anthology marvels when words (meters) explode into puzzle (stanzas) then mind key turns and what casually turn -verses into stanzas and to poems. Crafting verses one feels like a creator. New ideas new philosophies and even new words. Feeling a word that sounds like this exists. Then pounding the table I knew it!. It is a force of habit lately because of the technical literature nature of poetry. We have rhymes couplets limericks quatrains meters pentameters alliterations assonance dissonance climax anti-climax strophes antistrophes and epodes etc. I'm no academic by any long shot but it gives a feeling of exploring foundations of creation. Cradle Blooms Everything from foundations of the earth blooms multiplying itself and scattered all over. In poetry Aiyekooto exhumes interactions of 5 primitive elements of creation according to folklore. These are mortar pestle sinew water and a pair of molding hands. Everything else are Outliers!