Triolet: my lover

Passion in a grey world

Passion in a grey world

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!”

Cubby’s Challenge

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.

Triolet: marble cheese

marble cheeseTriolet

marble cheese

seems that art can be anything
from broken glass to marble cheese
maybe good taste is vanishing
seems that art can be anything
one mustn’t be condescending
though this modern art might not please
seems that art can be anything
from broken glass to marble cheese

OctPorWriMo 2013: Day 17

Cubby’s Challenge The Triolet!

Two Poems a Triolet and a Sedoka

Sekhmet my travel computer

Sekhmet my travel computer

Triolet

Onward

My life goes forever onward
Whether I try or I just drift
Like wood that navigates the ford
My life goes forever onward
Whether I’m entertained or bored
Or if I curse or pray the Lord
My life goes forever onward
Whether I try or I just drift.

Sedoka

Afternoon

This morning’s bright sun
Hid behind the clouds at noon.
My heart grew heavy, tears fell.
My thoughts were of you,
Hiding yourself inside clouds
To protect your soul from life.

© G.s.k. ‘13

I was praticing poetry as I sat in the Art Gallery yesterday doing “guard duty”.

A Triolet Poem: Harvest Coming

Monday Poetry Prompt #15: Just Give it a Tri…olet!

“A Triolet is a poetic form consisting of only 8 lines. Within a Triolet, the 1st, 4th, and 7th lines repeat, and the 2nd and 8th lines do as well. The rhyme scheme is simple: ABaAabAB, capital letters representing the repeated lines.”

Oh my, now this is different!

@)—>–>—

Harvest Coming

As the days of summer wane
The time comes soon we’ll reap the harvest
Through lovely friends, I obtain
As the days of summer wane
Enrichment, love – relief from pain
I cultivate, my inner artist
As the days of summer wane
The time comes soon we’ll reap the harvest

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