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Triolet 15

Stop spreading fabricated lies. . . 
Wars to protect our interests?
Your words multiply like flies.
Stop spreading fabricated lies.
Say it to the one who dies
While you recline, light up, and rest.
Stop spreading fabricated lies. . .
Wars to protect our interests?
 

Snugly Bushy tail on a squirrel's nose, penguin sittin' on daddy's toes... Fox kits snoozin' in their den, brown egg underneath a hen... They might be cozy, but they can't compete with rumpled blankies and flannel sheets. Snow-covered hive's 92 degrees in the home-y combs of honey bees. Tulip bulbs...

This Is Not An Elegy   At 14 I questioned everything. Everything never answered.   At 19 I watched my life blow away like an old barn in a hurricane, graceless and immediate.   At 30 I knew exactly who I was; mother times two preacher’s wife mother’s daughter Daddy’s half-orphaned child.   If I onl...

The End is Never what We think it will Be #deepadaption 4/14/2019 Allowing for  confirmation bias and remembering  there at The End even certainty  and knowing will be lost Death will  always sur -  prise you.   DocCon, In 22 words, you invite the reader to enter the crossing mystics contemplated f...

Indar: A "triolet" belongs to family of medieval songs like the "rondeau".  The first line appears three times. When you publish your chap book of triolets I suggest a beautifully rendered drawing of a trillium for the cover art. :)  Indar,  I had not thought of a chapbook, but the thought of a tri...

Day 14   Winked Out    The last bit of snow-ice went away today  Tucked in dark sunless shadow it quietly survived neglected alone  I watched as it shrunk and sank dimmed and dissolved wasted out of sight ceased to be  It winked out sorta like dementia Aime,  Your alliterations strike starkly, seem...

Triolet 12 We enter the Temple of Whole Foods. Together, in coolness we forage. We hurry oft compelled by our moods. We enter the Temple of Whole Foods. We measure our bliss by the tonnage. We enter the Temple of Whole Foods. Together, in coolness we forage. Marcel, I've been in a silly mood lately...

binx wrote: ↑

Sat Apr 13, 2019 7:30 am

4/13 poem

Another April 13 in Minnesota

After the sun melts,
I meet your featured hands—

a finger touches me,
gazes calm us.


by George

In unforgetable few words, you speak the essential. Marcel

lisaeagle65 wrote: ↑

Fri Apr 12, 2019 7:34 pm

Vaughn Neeld wrote: ↑

Fri Apr 12, 2019 4:25 pm

Day 12

Touch someone
whose color
is not yours.

Invite him over,
share a Coors.

Hear his stories,
grieve his losses.

Celebrate his dreams.
Calm his fears.

awww, I really like this Vaughn..
 What an openness in the opening stanza. This is oneness. Marcel

 

Well this is still going strongly - Gyppo love Session Man, Adjuclos your Darling was very moving, Colm, your last one very intense, Tom a Wonderful Poem 12 and Indar you never write a wrong line. Vaughn 12 was tremendous, I could really relate to it. 13 I have to be good, or brilliant, better than...