My ancestors were English and Scots
Fair skin and freckles my heir
No brogue spoken like I might ought
My ancestors were English and Scots
My speech more like a drawl than with haught
Proper gentility still lets me feel fair
My ancestors were English and Scots
Fair skin and freckles my heir
A triolet
Entering this for the G-Man’s Friday Flash Fiction 55: http://g-man-mrknowitall.blogspot.com/
Posted by Bodhirose on December 28, 2012
https://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2012/12/28/english-and-scots-2/
Oh wonder, the minute hummingbird
Deft, dainty, quickness personified
High-pitched whirring has me lured
Oh wonder, the minute hummingbird
Just here one moment, I thought I heard
And netted sight of colored blur–I tried
Oh wonder, the minute hummingbird
Deft, dainty, quickness personified
Triolet Form for dVerse Poetics Form-For-All: http://dversepoets.com/2012/03/08/formforall-triolets/
Posted by Bodhirose on March 8, 2012
https://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2012/03/08/oh-wonder/
As if were lost, I searched for me,
Many years so long have come to pass.
-Outside myself I thought would be,
As if were lost, I searched for me.
But soon I found ‘twas not decreed,
Light within soon shown at last.
As if were lost, I searched for me,
Many years so long have come to pass!
From Poets.org http://www.poets.org: The triolet
The triolet is a short poem of eight lines with only two rhymes used throughout. The requirements of this fixed form are straightforward: the first line is repeated in the fourth and seventh lines; the second line is repeated in the final line; and only the first two end-words are used to complete the tight rhyme scheme. Thus, the poet writes only five original lines, giving the triolet a deceptively simple appearance: ABaAabAB, where capital letters indicate repeated lines.
Posted by Bodhirose on November 19, 2011
https://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2011/11/19/as-if-were-lost/
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