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!