Honorable mention Oriental Poetry Contest
Every pleasure I destroy, why, I cannot say,
Happiness I think I feel, 'til it goes away,
Delicacies I consume, 'til so sick I cry,
Love, like gentle rain descends, 'til I drink it dry.
Dedicated to the memory of Philip Seymour Hoffman.
1. a 4 line poem, a tetrastich.
2. syllabic, written in 12 syllable lines broken by caesura after the 7th syllable.