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IN-FORM POET – TRIOLET

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Today’s foray into poetic form delves into an old stand-by, The Triolet. The triolet is a very brief, tightly rhymed poem that, like the pantoum, takes part of its structure from the repetition of entire lines. A triolet is eight lines, as follows:

1st line A
2nd line B
3rd line a (rhymes with A)
4th line A (entire 1st line repeated)
5th line a (rhymes with A)
6th line b (rhymes with B)B)
7th line A (entire 1st line repeated)
8th line B (entire 2nd line repeated)

Marie’s Surprising Triolet:

Early Results

Her facebook profile boasts a tester
Clear response dispels all doubt
No need to let the question fester
Her facebook profile boasts a tester
“Pregnant,” in her first trimester
Cradling a little sprout
Her facebook profile boasts a tester
Clear response dispels all doubt!

(Yep! Sophie (Marie’s grandbaby) is going to be a big sister!) 🙂:)

Walt’s Terrible Triolet:

GIRLS AND BOYS

Waiting for the winds to whip and whirl,
a Buffalo winter teases and annoys.
A tease to all the snow-bunny girls
waiting for the winds to whip and whirl.
With small ski jumps and an airborne twirl
it’s a pleasing sight for all the boys
waiting for the winds to whip and whirl.
A Buffalo winter teases and annoys.

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47 thoughts on “IN-FORM POET – TRIOLET

  1. Andrew Kreider on said:

    Hooray for Sophie and her family!
    Here’s one I wrote at the surgery center on Monday for my daughter…

    I’m only whispering today
    because they took my tonsils out.
    You might think you prefer the way
    I’m only whispering today,
    but look out world, these big eyes say
    I’m getting set to scream and shout!
    I’m only whispering today
    because they took my tonsils out.

  2. I wrote a Triolet a few months ago. Hope you like it
    http://themslvh.wordpress.com/2011/09/05/this-house-shines-dark/

    This house shines dark while you’re away;
    Bring home your sunshine drenched in loving smiles.
    – I drown with anguish every time you stray,
    This house shines dark while you’re away.
    Remembering the words you’d always say,
    “No worries my dear – Not so many miles!”
    This house shines dark while you’re away;
    Bring home your sunshine drenched in loving smiles.

    ☮TheMsLvh © 2011

  3. Congrats. the more to dote on!

    My phone isn’t mobile.
    It’s plugged into the wall.
    Better not get in trouble:
    my phone isn’t mobile.
    I can’t take a tumble
    except in the hall.
    My phone isn’t mobile.
    It’s plugged into the wall.

  4. Triolet

    A woman’s place is in the wrong,
    to stroke the ego of her man.
    Despite the fact that she is strong
    a woman’s place is in the wrong.
    To keep the peace – her canny plan –
    she has to jolly him along,
    pretend that she is in the wrong –
    to soothe the ego of her man.

    This also is not new but is most appropriate tonight where a certain man is sulking!

  5. There is no greater joy than a new born child,
    With dreams and destiny laid out before.
    For parents watching the first time he smiled,
    There is no greater joy than a new born child.
    Even for one seeming so meek and mild,
    Rejected by a people He had come to restore.
    There is no greater joy than a new born child,
    With dreams and destiny laid out before.

    Merry Christmas!

    And Congrats on the new (soon to be new) little one!!!

  6. Henreitta Katie Choplin on said:

    Awww, Wonderful Meg, Congrats!!! Walt, I hope you get to enjoy your unpredictable weather. Hen

  7. Black and White Cookies

    Black and white cookies are the best
    provided they are baked just right.
    If bakery cookies are put to the test,
    black and white cookies are the best.
    The icing should crackle, but not the rest
    which is fluffy and soft to the bite.
    Black and white cookies are the best,
    provided they are baked just right.

    • Henreitta Katie Choplin on said:

      Ahhh, a cookie connoisseuer; my little brother would Adore you—that boy could make a Saltine Cracker into a delicacy—LOL!!!……..and he would sit you down and tell you (for hours) about all of its wonder….. (I guess our love of WORDS runs in the family)— “Tanks” for the memory!!!

    • Henreitta Katie Choplin on said:

      Yum…..good thing my brother just headed back home to Dayton, Ohio, otherwise he might insist on getting your cookie address….. and, because he is quite the smooth, handsome, charming, military-man, talker, you just might be tempted to leave him a cookie!!!

  8. Very thankful for all of you out here … your captivating words, and your sweet congratulations. Y’all ROCK!

  9. Off Kilter

    My sleeping habits are messed up again
    My eating habits, too
    Insomnia is not my friend
    My sleeping habits are messed up again
    It takes its toll in the end
    Balance is overdue
    My sleeping habits are messed up again
    My eating habits, too

  10. Excavate Magic

    Magic sprinkled between tight cracks,
    glittering gold to excavate.
    Don’t wait to follow speckled tracks.
    Magic sprinkled between tight cracks,
    shining for those who search, don’t slack.
    Open eyes, find mystical fate.
    Magic sprinkled between tight cracks,
    glittering gold to excavate.

  11. Congrats to you Marie Elena and to Sophie! Here is my triolet (one of my fav forms!)
    http://lolamousedroppings.blogspot.com/2011/12/advance-of-middle-age.html

  12. Well, this is my first try at the venerable triolet – not sure I’m too happy with it but it was good
    at least give her a try …

    Too Soon Out

    She feels an ache she won’t look at
    But probes her heart with timid senses
    And knows at once her soul’s combat
    She feels an ache she won’t look at
    She knows he’s missed his last at bat
    So no more home runs over fences
    She feels an ache she won’t look at
    But probes her heart with timid senses

  13. OK…last form I tried was the limerick. Still not so sure I’m a limericist! Rhyming is just not something I do very well…and “forcing” my words into a form? Uh, not so much. BUT. I’m also not one to back down from a challenge. I told a friend I do not have a triolet in me…I felt the press of a challenge! SO…voila. My first triolet:

    SNUGGLING

    I am told
    this is snuggle weather
    damp and cold
    I am told
    wrap me in your hold
    like a glove of leather
    I am told
    this is snuggle weather

    2011-12-16
    P. Wanken

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  15. Congratulations, Marie Elena! Wonderful news. It made me feel a bit nostalgic, my own little Sophie has been a big sister for quite a while now..

    Seems like only yesterday
    Our Sophie received the news
    Just in time for the holiday,
    Seems like only yesterday
    Celebrated that special day
    To prevent the ‘big sister blues’,
    Seems like only yesterday
    Our Sophie received the news.

    Thank you, all the best,
    Alexandra

  16. Triolet:  Come out and Dance

    Come out and dance with the garbage men,
    the Cavaliers of dawn.
    Roll out the morning with galvanized tin.
    Come out and dance with the garbage men,
    who toss around cans like swans.
    Come out and dance with the garbage men,
    the Cavaliers of dawn.

  17. Just wrote my first triolet!

    A Poet’s Heart

    I was cursed with a poet’s heart,
    A blessing in disguise.
    I dissect life to its smallest part.
    I was cursed with a poet’s heart.
    I taste the sweet but crave the tart,
    Trading smiles for tears and sighs.
    I was cursed with a poet’s heart,
    A blessing in disguise.

  18. How ’bout a triple Triolet?

    Love of Expression

    This is for the love of expression.
    It never ever was about the money.
    How about an honest confession?
    This is for the love of expression.
    Maybe just a passing obsession.
    Looking back it may seem rather funny.
    This is for the love of expression.
    It never ever was about the money.

    This is for the love of expression.
    To bring forth positive points of view.
    To move beyond the fear and repression.
    This is for the love of expression.
    To leave the world a lasting impression.
    It is for me as much as it’s for you.
    This is for the love of expression.
    To bring forth positive points of view.

    Writing poetry and song is a delight.
    This is for the love of expression.
    Working with a vision and a sight.
    Writing poetry and song is a delight.
    Holding onto dreams with all my might.
    Perhaps a bit of pure intercession.
    Writing poetry and song is a delight.
    This is for the love of expression.

    By Michael Grove

  19. I’m speechless at the mere fact that you did 3! Wonderful.

  20. Poetic Bloomings on said:

    Thanks again to all of you for your sweet comments regarding our news! Mark, your poem is just beautiful.

    Marie Elena

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