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| The triolet (triplet) is a French
form of poetry dating back to at least the 13th century.
The first line of the poem is stated three times and the second line is stated twice. Pronounced trio-lay or perhaps improperly as trio-let, there are only two rhymes within its eight lines. The rhyme scheme is simply ABaAabAB, usually in iambic tetrameter. I tried my hand at this, but never really mastered the essential essence of this form. The real stroke of ingenuity is to have subtle changes in meaning each time the lines are repeated.
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(but wasn't written as a triolet) A Scanty Plot of Ground Wordsworth called the sonnet "a scanty plot of ground," So will one get their word's worth from a triolet?Pretty gardens grown in a flower pot abound. Wordsworth called the sonnet "a scanty plot of ground."Thoughtful views can be couched without a lot of sound, (Seventeen syllable haikus are shorter play!)Wordsworth called the sonnet "a scanty plot of ground," So will one get their word's worth from a triolet?August 3, 1998
Is That Just - Triolet Is that just the moon's reflection in her eyes, Or are those sparkling stars burning deep inside? Still, they glisten with power to hypnotize. Is that just the moon's reflection in her eyes? Ablaze with lightsome warmth like the sun at rise, Celestial spheres of fervent fire must reside. Is that just the moon's reflection in her eyes, Or are those sparkling stars burning deep inside? April 19-20, 1996 My Love's Caress When on my cheek her fingers lightly brush, My Love's caress is innocently blithe.She savors the sight of my facial flush, When on my cheek her fingers lightly brush.Her welcome affections draw forth a blush, And beneath her keen tickles do I writhe.When on my cheek her fingers lightly brush, My Love's caress is innocently blithe.May 17, 1998 My Love's Hair My Love's hair Invites touchIs her snare My Love's hairWithout flair None as suchMy Love's hair Invites touch.My Love's hair is softer than down Upon my cheek when we embrace She wears it so as its her crownMy Love's hair is softer than down With length as was Godiva's gownAnd ocean waves of noble grace My Love's hair is softer than downUpon my cheek when we embrace. My Love's hair is long and flowing And billows like a satin cape Subtle hues of henna glowingMy Love's hair is long and flowing Draped o'er one breast and so showingHer oft hidden pearlescent nape My Love's hair is long and flowingAnd billows like a satin cape. Oct. 95My Love's Laugh My Love's laugh, Warms my heart.Mirth's carafe, My Love laugh.A sharp staff, Cupid's dart.My Love's laugh, Warms my heart.May 5, 1998 My Love's laughter, Will I cherish? Peace reigns after,My Love's laughter. For hereafter,'Til I perish, My Love's laughter,will I cherish. May 6, 1998My Love's laughter is endearing to hear, Resounding in lilting rounds of delight. Laughing freely, she's a joy to be near,My Love's laughter is endearing to hear. Simply abounding in lyrical cheer,Simply an astounding melody bright, My Love's laughter is endearing to hear,Resounding in lilting rounds of delight. May 12, 1998
My Love's laughter brightens my darkest day, Better than the sun can she be sunny. She dispels care and keeps despair at bay,My love's laughter brightens my darkest day. Her dulcet tones in a lighthearted way,Sweetens sourness with her voice's honey. My Love's laughter brightens my darkest day,Better than the sun can she be sunny. May 13, 1998The Heart The Heart has its reasons, Reason knows naught about.Wit quitted for seasons? The Heart has its reasons.Sense bewails the treasons, while Logic frets in doubt.The Heart has its reasons, Reason knows naught about.August 25, 1998 Triolet, Triolet Triolet, triolet, what shall I say? Say what you want to, but don't take all day.Triolet, triolet, your form is too strict. The less that is said, will clearer depict.Triolet, triolet, why am I vexed? Look to your feelings to furnish your text.Triolet, triolet, your form is too short. What better way, a sole topic report?August 27, 1998 |
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