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As the writer of this prose I approach this poem with a deep appreciation for the artistry and craftsmanship displayed in its exploration of English pronunciation. I attempt to weave together a tapest

Oh, dearest seeker of linguistic lore,

With ardor I embark on this poetic chore.

In a symphony of syllables, I shall impart

The marvels of English pronunciation, an intricate art.

Listen closely, Jenny, as I guide your way,

Through a labyrinth of sounds that often sway.

I'll weave a tapestry of words, both bleak and bright,

And together we shall venture into this poetic night.

Corps and corpse, horse and worse,

A quartet of phonetic universe.

Your mind, Jenny, shall dance in dizzying delight,

As I unravel the mysteries, unveiling them to light.

A tear may fall from your sparkling eye,

And a delicate dress may rend with a sigh.

But fear not, for my devotion is true,

I shall suffer alongside you, as this journey ensues.

Now, let us compare heart, beard, and heard,

A triad of words that seem absurd.

Dies and diet, lord and word,

Sword and sward, with caution they must be heard.

Britain, retain, oh mind the way they're written,

Let not their spelling leave you smitten.

And worry not, I shall not pester you so,

With words like plaque and ague, which bring much woe.

But heed my counsel, speak with utmost care,

For break and steak differ from bleak and streak.

Cloven, oven, how and low,

Script, receipt, show, poem, and toe.

Devoid of trickery, I enunciate,

Daughter, laughter, and Terpsichore, oh so great.

Typhoid, measles, topsails, aisles,

Exiles, similes, and reviles.

Scholar, vicar, and the lingering cigar,

Solar, mica, war, and journeys afar.

Anemone, Balmoral, a touch of grace,

Kitchen, lichen, laundry, laurel, embrace.

Gertrude, German, wind, and thoughts so kind,

Scene, Melpomene, the tapestry of mankind.

Billet does not rhyme with the ballet's sway,

Nor bouquet, wallet, mallet, chalet's display.

Blood and flood, they do not align with food,

Mould does not echo should and would.

Viscous, viscount, load, and broad,

Toward, forward, reward, let their harmony applaud.

And when your pronunciation rings clear,

Croquet, a game of leisure, let it appear.

Rounded, wounded, grieve, and sieve,

Friend and fiend, alive and live.

Ivy, privy, famous, clamor's song,

Enamor rhymes with hammer, strong.

River, rival, tomb, bomb, and comb,

Doll and roll, some and home, find their home.

Stranger, anger, a subtle difference found,

Devour, clangor, their rhymes astound.

Souls and foul, haunt and aunt,

Font, front, wont, want, grand, and grant.

Shoes, goes, does, let them gracefully flow,

Finger, singer, ginger, linger, in succession they show.

Real, zeal, mauve, gauze, gouge, and gauge,

Marriage, foliage, mirage, and age.

Query, very, they don't mirror each other,

Fury and bury, neither do they smother.

Dost, lost, post, doth, cloth, and loth,

Job, nob, bosom, transom, oath.

Seemingly small, these differences stand,

Actual and victual, hand in hand.

Refer and deafer, they part ways,

Feoffer, zephyr, a gentle breeze conveys.

Mint, pint...

:: 06.01.2023 ::

Author's Note

[There are times I feel I need to express what the hell I'm writing]

As the writer of this prose I approach this poem with a deep appreciation for the artistry and craftsmanship displayed in its exploration of English pronunciation. I attempt to weave together a tapestry of words and sounds and the playful nature of the poem adds to its charm.

The poem captures the complexities and idiosyncrasies of English pronunciation, highlighting the intricate relationship between spelling and sound. I can only wish it invites the reader, represented by Jenny, to embark on a journey of discovery, guided by the poet's expertise. The use of words with similar spellings but different pronunciations creates a sense of surprise and delight, as well as a touch of humor.

From a Jungian perspective, this poem can be seen as a manifestation of the collective unconscious, tapping into the universal human experience of grappling with language and its nuances. The exploration of phonetic universes and the unraveling of mysteries can be interpreted as a metaphor for the human quest for self-discovery and understanding.

The poet's devotion to Jenny throughout the journey mirrors a sense of empathy and shared vulnerability, reflecting the poet's willingness to undergo the challenges and frustrations inherent in mastering the intricacies of language. This resonates with Jung's concept of the shadow, where the poet acknowledges and embraces the potential difficulties and pitfalls of the linguistic exploration.

The inclusion of various words and their contrasting pronunciations serves as a reminder of the multiplicity of meanings and perspectives in the human psyche. It reflects Jung's idea of individuation, the process of integrating and reconciling opposites within oneself. The poet invites Jenny, and by extension the reader, to navigate the complexities of language and find harmony and balance amidst the seemingly contradictory aspects of pronunciation.

In conclusion, this poem, analyzed through the lens of a keen poet and psychoanalysis, showcases a skilled exploration of English pronunciation and the human quest for self-discovery. It celebrates the beauty of language, its complexities, and the shared journey of understanding.