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IN-FORM POET WEDNESDAY – TRIMERIC

Trimeric is a four stanza poem created by Dr. Charles A. Stone.  The first stanza has four lines,  and the remaining three  have three lines each.   The  first line of stanzas two through four repeat the respective line of the first stanza.

The sequence of lines, then, is abcd, b – -, c – -, d – -.

MARIE ELENA’S TRYmeric

COMMON THREAD

Overcast hearts
Sizing things up
Easing in slowly
Gathering courage

Sizing things up
Piecing patchwork views
Pinning seams to dreams

Easing in slowly
Releasing tension
Edging away from the fringe

Gathering courage
and facing the future
with the notion we walk not alone.

© Marie Elena Good – 2012

WALT’S EXAMPLE

WHEN LOVE COMES TO CALL

Opportunity has knocked,
the winds of change have blown.
But, a heart in flux can’t get enough
when love comes to call.

The winds of change have blown,
bringing something new to a life
that has waited for its coming.

But, a heart in flux can’t get enough.
It yearns for a touch, a caress,
a longing kiss to steer its course.

When love comes to call,
will your heart be willing and accepting to
a welcomed guest that might stay a lifetime?

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2012

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POETIC ASIDES: Robert Lee Brewer asks us to write an “operation” poem.

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At WE WRITE POEMS it’s “Post your poem” Day. This week, Joseph Harker suggested pick the first object that you see and write about it in a completely unexpected way.  That’s it, no more, no less.

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132 thoughts on “IN-FORM POET WEDNESDAY – TRIMERIC

  1. Janet on said:

    Wonderful examples of this form, Walt and Marie! Both of your endings brought a warm smile to my heart. Thank-you:)

    • Henrietta Choplin on said:

      Yes…

    • I agree!
      The extended metaphor” works in “Common Threads” and I particularly like these lines:
      “Sizing things up,
      Piecing patchwork views
      Pinning seams to dreams”
      And the question of the title: “When love comes to call,
      will your heart be willing and accepting” is the right question if change has indeed arrived so that love is not fora minute but for a lifetime.

  2. Janet on said:

    Sometimes its not enough
    to know you are out there somewhere
    When all I want is to love you
    with your whispers in my hair

    To know you are out there somewhere
    keens the moan of the wind
    as it wanders in search of you

    When all I want is to love you
    I embrace the beautiful hunger
    Folding it into a prayer

    With your whispers in my hair
    I hear you reply
    That knowing is enough

  3. Henrietta Choplin on said:

    Breathless

    Just in case
    you don’t want to know
    I won’t tell you
    How I almost drowned

    You don’t want to know
    that my breath HAD returned,
    Tho only for a moment

    I won’t tell you
    That I feel myself
    going under again

    …how I almost drowned
    last time
    was nothing, compared to now…

  4. Janet on said:

    Riveting! …and fictional right? though we poets are always treading water in a sense, huh? Great work!

  5. WARMTH AND FORGIVENESS

    Happiness requires peace.
    Angry souls cannot dance.
    Bitter faces turn to stone.
    Cold hearts keep others out.

    Angry souls cannot dance.
    Too stressed to see beauty,
    their joy is stunted.

    Bitter faces turn to stone.
    Lines remain when frowns fade.
    A scowl becomes permanent.

    Cold hearts keep others out.
    Happiness needs warmth,
    Love needs forgiveness.

  6. Quick Trip

    It seems the final bell just rang and
    you were coming in the door.
    Scattering papers and stories
    while planning new ventures.

    You were coming in the door
    with thoughts of sleeping in and
    staying up late.

    Scattering papers and stories,
    creating memories in shorts
    and flip flops.

    Whiles planning new ventures
    the alarm sounded, the bus pulled up,
    you headed out the door.

    © KED 2012

  7. Hen, I’m glad to hear everything is fine! My first thought was severe depression, using “drowning” as an analogy.

    Phew! I can breathe again! 😉

    Marie Elena

  8. Ill Dreams (Trimeric)

    Upon the couch I sat,
    out my window perched a bird,
    my eyes slowly shut –
    I dreamed I had wings.

    Out my window perched a bird
    who sang a merry song,
    he made me smile just a bit
    although it caused me pain.

    My eyes slowly shut,
    as they do quite frequently,
    this illness has taken hold,
    I feel it may be the death of me.

    I dreamed I had wings
    the illness fell away,
    the pain was in the past
    how I wish that was today.

  9. Ill Dreams (Trimeric) revised

    Upon the couch I sat,
    out my window perched a bird,
    my eyes slowly shut –
    I dreamed I had wings.

    Out my window perched a bird
    he made me smile just a bit,
    although it caused me pain.

    My eyes slowly shut,
    as they do quite frequently,
    this illness has taken hold of me.

    I dreamed I had wings
    the illness fell away,
    how I wish that was today.

  10. Michelle, what a vivid way to express the way those with chronic illness feel. I hope any pain or illness you have will take wing and fly away.

  11. “A lesson in relationship”

    We stand at the edges
    You on your side.
    a ravine in between.
    I fold my hands.

    You on your side
    scraping a lonely meal
    together for one.

    A ravine in between.
    Could we meet in the middle
    somehow?

    I fold my hands
    and we weave a bridge
    with our fears.

  12. Red Balloon

    Follow the flight,
    red balloon on a string.
    You might wind up in another land.
    Adventure can be yours.

    Red balloon on a string
    slipped out of a bunch,
    bobbing its head, ascending.

    You might wind up in another land
    if you could reach out and grasp that string
    at the end of the red balloon.

    Adventure can be yours
    in a new universe
    just past the head of the red balloon.

  13. Pressurized

    It’s all piling up, and
    I can’t take the pressure.
    Let me go now;
    I want to freely wander.

    I can’t take the pressure;
    It’s pushing frantically
    Against my aching forehead.

    Let me go now!
    The pain weighs me down,
    And sleep is long in coming.

    I want to freely wander
    In and out of dreams,
    Waking or in slumber. Please.

  14. Cold Hand

    The lights grow dimmer each day
    as eyes are opened in the morning.
    Sweet dreams become nightmares
    only seen in the daylight.

    As eyes are opened in the morning
    the vision and the knowledge
    can no longer hide in darkness.

    Sweet dreams become nightmares
    as the cold hand of reality
    slaps the face once again.

    Only seen in the daylight
    are the ghosts and skeletons
    that will never sleep.

    By Michael Grove

  15. I enjoy in-form Wednesday. I tried the trimeric on a very silly topic, and thought it needed the closure of a 5th verse. See what you think:

    The Cat’s Meow

    Tired of repetition, the house mouse vowed
    I will never more run up and down a clock;
    I will not play cat & mouse, even if the cat’s away;
    Above all, I will never be still or quiet again.

    I will never more run up and down a clock
    neither an antique grandfather nor a small cuckoo.
    Take notice: My running days are over.

    I will not play cat & mouse, not even if the cat’s away
    My running days are over; I intend to stand and fight
    until every one of its nine lives surrenders

    Above all, I will never be still or quiet again
    Miss Nine Lives lives will scram when my cat-erwauling begins
    Meow-ing is no match for my high-pitched screams

    Tired of repetition, the house mouse vowed:
    My running days are over. I will stand and fight.
    And I will make all the noise I please.

  16. My Beloved

    Technology you have at last won out
    I’ve finally bowed to your superiority
    My treasure box filled with love and memories
    You travel literally with me everywhere

    I’ve finally bowed to your superiority
    You awesome high-tech piece of wizardry
    Long-resisted, I admit, you are now a part of me

    My treasure box filled with love and memories
    You can be adjusted to accommodate all manner of things
    At any time or place, and are more reliable than me, by far

    You deign to travel with me uncomplainingly, everywhere
    And in your most recent incarnation, you cannot even get lost
    My beloved digital camera, you are my one, my everything.

    S.E.Ingraham

  17. A Prayer

    Give me strength
    To carry on.
    When I am weak,
    Be my victory song.

    To carry on
    In the midst of the storm
    Seems hopeless some days.

    When I am weak,
    Calm the waves
    Threatening my sanity.

    Be my victory song
    When joy seems lost
    In a sea of doubts.

  18. These Crazy Trimerics

    I can’t get a handle on
    These crazy trimerics.
    Give me good old sonnets or
    Some fun and silly limericks.

    These crazy trimerics
    Just mess with my mind,
    Leaving me a line behind.

    Give me good old sonnets or
    Something else more classical,
    Not trimerics fantastical.

    Some fun and silly limericks
    Would suite my taste just fine,
    But trimerics? Not another line!

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  20. Henrietta Choplin on said:

    “Gettin’ You Home” *

    Can we just keep it lite
    at first
    You know, enjoy each other’s company
    Without a lot of words…

    … at first
    because I would Love to just talk to you…
    but, for me, these things take time,

    you know. (Let’s just) enjoy each other’s company
    Before all the words get in the way
    leaving precious little room

    without a lot of words
    that crowd out the place
    for a sweet kiss.

    (Thank you, Chris Young, musician; and Mark Windham, poet :)! )

    • Henrietta Choplin on said:

      I need to chang my last line:

      “Gettin’ You Home” *

      Can we just keep it lite
      at first
      You know, enjoy each other’s company
      Without a lot of words…

      … at first
      because I would Love to just talk to you…
      but, for me, these things take time,

      you know. (Let’s just) enjoy each other’s company
      Before all the words get in the way
      leaving precious little room,

      without a lot of words
      that crowd out the place
      of a sweet kiss.

      (Thank you, Chris Young, musician; and Mark Windham, poet 🙂 !)

  21. Walt and Marie: You both outdid yourselves with this form, which I found tricky to compose.

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  23. Bruised

    The garden gate swung open,
    my emotions raged and roared.
    I felt my feelings falter,
    the flowers bruised and tired.

    My emotions raged and roared,
    then whimpered and died.
    Your familiar touch felt cold.

    I felt my feelings falter,
    my faith in your sunlight
    buried in the rain soaked mire.

    The flowers – bruised and tired-
    can be pruned and tied.
    But what if roots have died?

  24. Fatigue

    My mascara’ed lashes feel heavy
    I can barely keep my eyes open
    This may be an anodyne for the insomniac
    But I have to drive home.

    I can barely keep my eyes open
    So I sing an offkey song
    With words like dadadadadadadooooooooo

    This may be an anodyne for the insomniac
    But I don’t need that medicine now
    It’s just a perverse distraction unlike the radio

    But I have to drive home
    And there are miles to go
    Before my lids can safely close.

    ###

  25. Commuter

    Once on the subway
    A man walked amidst shuttered people
    He said he’d sing
    Until he was paid to stop.

    A man walked amidst shuttered people
    Just another disheveled, atonal ghost
    In search of a strap-hanging audience

    He said he’d sing
    But his song was already playing on their Walkmans
    So he tried to claim his royalties

    Until he was paid to stop
    He said he’d sing. It didn’t matter: the shutters remained closed
    So the man walked through to the next car.

    ###

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  27. connielpeters on said:

    Shine!

    As the sun peaks out from behind the clouds
    you peak out tentatively. May you break out in full radiance,
    bringing warmth, energy and life to the people you know.
    not because you are great, but because God is.

    You peak out tentatively. May you break out in full radiance,
    not hiding your gifts and talents like thick drapes blocking the sun
    but shining in all the dark corners, lighting up a home.

    Bringing warmth, energy and life to the people you know,
    beaming rays causing growth, harvest, joy!
    You do make a difference, yes indeed.

    Not because you are great, but because God is.
    He is love and loves passionately. You are His vessel.
    So shine brightly through troubles, painting rainbows.

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