Posted in d'Verse Poets Pub, poetry, triolet

Hush

d’Verse Poets Pub – Almost a Triolet

Frank has us flexing our poetic muscles by writing a Triolet

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I like the hush of twilight
When even birds are still
exiled is sun’s gypsy light
I like the hush of twilight
When day becomes contrite
And moon’s glow overspills
I like the hush of twilight
When even birds are still

Posted in MindlovemiserysMenagerie, Saturday Mix

Rescue Me

Saturday Mix – Lucky Dip, 13 January 2018
A Triolet consists of 8 lines.
The rhyming scheme is:
AB, aA, abAB
Line 1, 4 and 7 are the same line repeated
So are lines 2 and 8.

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Rescue Me

 

Maybe I need cowboys after all
Like the ones in movies, who wear white hats
Strong and courageous – to catch me when I fall
Maybe I need cowboys after all
Someone to rescue me from politics and wordy brawl
And disappearing habitats
Maybe I need cowboys after all
Like the ones in movies, who wear white hats

Posted in Poetic Asides, poetry

Rain Beau

2017 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 14
It’s Two-For-Tuesday again.
write a sonnet or another traditional form – or not

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Rain Beau

strolling beneath raindrops
like a package with a bow
magenta slicker – color pops
walking between raindrops
umbrella spinning like a top
wellies – neon green, they glow
strolling beneath raindrops
like a package with a bow

 

Posted in Poetic Asides, poetry

As A Child ….

2017 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 6
Write “praise” poem

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As A Child …..

I was not raised with lavish praise
Obeying rules – not an event
and being rude was not a phase
I was not raised with lavish praise
but curiosity always
received the highest compliment
I was not raised with lavish praise
Obeying rules – not an event

~~ here is my attempt at a triolet 😉

Posted in d'Verse Poets Pub, poetry

Summer Sisters

Summer Sisters – a triolet

 

They stand across the garden, waving
wearing pretty summer frocks
a little flirty – but behaving
They stand across the garden, waving
blazing sun and storm clouds braving
zinnia, rose, and hollyhocks
They stand across the garden waving
wearing pretty summer frocks


Happy Summer  to all the poets in the Pub!