Triolet 24
Noise, a stone weighted down.
Light, a knife slicing in the dark.
Wind, a dervish on the mound.
Noise, a stone weighted down
Rushing all over town . . .
Everything a lark.
Noise, a stone weighted down.
Light, a knife slicing in the dark.
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Triolet 24
Re: Triolet 24
Wow, Marcel - a third place to find your poems !!!!!!!
Aj
Aj
Re: Triolet 24
Some nice lines, but I feel the poem would benefit from more symmetry such as equally stressed lines.
best
Phil
best
Phil
Re: Triolet 24
Haven't heard from Marcel lately: I assume he is off getting his chapbook of triolets ready for print-----
Re: Triolet 24
Hi Indar -
He is quite busy, juggling more than on project. He says he will post here soon.
Aj
He is quite busy, juggling more than on project. He says he will post here soon.
Aj