Triolet
My lover
I was feeling down so called you my sweet,
To tell you of my sad and woeful plight;
That he grumbles constantly makes me weep,
As though I’ve another with whom I sleep!
You said: “It’s true you have a love that’s deep,
Which is the reason for your constant fight…
Your lover is your poetry, so you reap
His resentment when you sit down to write!”
n.b. Cubby’s been absent for a week or so 😦 , so I’m doing one of her older challenges, it’s not a new one.
Lovely…missed you n Cubby actually.
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Thanks…hope Cubby show up soon, I really miss her a lot! 😦
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But I’m happy to see you whom I haven’t seen for awhile, I’ve been bloging but not as much as usual…wee bit of problems.
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I know how you feel 🙂
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Thanks for sharing this Michael 🙂
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Spectacular, Bastet. Oooh and that tree … ♥
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Thanks…and I’m glad you liked my passion in a grey world!
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That’s the way to fly. 😉
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🙂
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I love the photo. Truly, I must learn how to use my camera and to find a better editing program.
The poem is lovely, and oh, so true.
How I wish I could write poetry like you.
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Gosh that is a lot of compliments here…seems to me you do some great photos and I seem to remember you writing poetry too…
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How on earth did I miss this? It’s brilliant.
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I think we might not have met yet … glad you liked it.
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