A
is for Ahhh, the brightness beneath the braincap, a child’s charm. Definite
deliberate din and dribbly enunciation echo the form of phrases got from
gathering, the how of how to say how. I, intuitive imitation jape, join links
of light: little language. My, the mind moons with nursery noise. It organises
original plosives plus pooh patterns, personal p’s and qs, qua qua qua, queues
quite quickly, responds and resonates. The secret slide of syllables in tiny
talk unites and unifies. It venns with verity which words why and when
expanding, excited, expressive yet zealous, zippy, zen. [November 2012-April
2017]
This alphabet poem started out circa 2004, was rejigged in 2012, and then found again today in a file. It's about the growth of a child's language, based on close observation, and is incredibly circa one hundred words. Here's the original with the line sequence in place:
Ahhh (April)
A
is for Ahhh,
the
brightness beneath the braincap,
a
child’s charm.
Definite
deliberate din and dribbly
enunciation
echo
the
form of phrases
got
from gathering,
the
how of how to say how.
I,
intuitive imitation
jape,
join
links
of light: little language.
My,
the mind moons
with
nursery noise.
It
organises original
plosives
plus pooh patterns, personal p’s
and
qs, qua qua qua, queues quite quickly,
responds
and resonates.
The
secret slide of syllables
in
tiny talk
unites
and unifies.
It
venns with verity
which
words why and when
expanding,
excited, expressive
yet
zealous,
zippy, zen.
November
2012-April 2017
(c) Philip Harvey
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