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INFORM POETS – 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.

French in origin, and likely dating to the thirteenth century, the triolet is a close cousin of the rondeau, another French verse form emphasizing repetition and rhyme.

WALT’S ATTEMPT:

SINATRA SINGS

In a melancholy mood, Sinatra soothes.
His dulcet tones come smooth and hypnotic.
One of life’s salient truths,
in a melancholy mood, Sinatra soothes.
Sitting in my listening booth,
Frank’s “magic” is quixotic.
In a melancholy mood, Sinatra soothes.
His dulcet tones come smooth and hypnotic.

© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik

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54 thoughts on “INFORM POETS – TRIOLET

  1. WE NEED TO HELP OTHERS

    No good deed goes unpunished.
    Still, we need to help others anyway.
    If we choose not to care we’re finished.
    No good deed goes unpunished.
    We do what we can and they shun us.
    Still it doesn’t matter if people say,
    No good deed goes unpunished.
    We need to help others anyway.

    #

  2. connielpeters on said:

    The Way, the Truth, the Life

    O, wisdom weep at this sad earth
    Until creation’s birthed anew
    God’s promises hold endless worth
    O, wisdom weep at this sad earth
    Your hope is in the Christ child’s birth
    The babe embodies all that’s true
    O, wisdom weep at this sad earth
    Until creation’s birthed anew

  3. William Preston on said:

    WINTER SOLSTICE ON THE HIGH DESERT

    When snow enfolds the ground again,
    weariness leaves the dreary land
    as white replaces dun. And then,
    when snow enfolds the ground again
    and grants its grace upon each glen,
    a calmness seeps into the sand
    when snow enfolds the ground. Again
    weariness leaves the dreary land.

    copyright 2014, William Preston

  4. William Preston on said:

    FIDELITY

    No Santa leaves a lump of coal,
    no matter how much it is due;
    no matter how you try his soul,
    no Santa leaves a lump of coal,
    for happiness is Santa’s role
    and to that task he will be true.
    No Santa leaves a lump of coal,
    no matter how much it is due.

    copyright 2014, William Preston

  5. William Preston on said:

    I love your piece, Walt. I prefer Bing, myself, but your poem reminds me of his famous remark, when told that a singer like Sinatra comes along once in a lifetime, said, “Why did it have to be in my lifetime.”

  6. William Preston on said:

    A CHANUKAH HEARKENING

    Beside the window, in the deep of night,
    I sit, recalling candles long ago,
    when I was young. I see again that sight
    beside the window in the deep of night,
    when joy was palpable and all was bright
    and love was gathered in the candleglow
    beside the window. In the deep of night
    I sit, recalling candles long ago.

    copyright 2014

  7. Some cracking triolets posted here today! I find it a rather unsatisfying form, but here’s my try:

    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.

  8. Snow

    Nothing is as silent as snow fall.
    Blind white as falling stars,
    and into swaddled depths of nightfall,
    nothing is as silent as snow fall.
    The birds enraptured, held to silent call,
    every worry, we’ve swept away them all.
    Nothing is as silent as snow fall.
    Blind white as falling stars.

  9. CAROLING CARDINALS

    Cardinals whistle a tune
    to rejoice as church bells peal.
    On snowflakes randomly strewn,
    cardinals whistle a tune,
    a pleasant, holiday croon.
    Their song and manner genteel,
    cardinals whistle a tune
    to rejoice as church bells peal.

    © Susan Schoeffield

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  12. RJ Clarken on said:

    Just took a Physics final a little while ago. So…

    Measure of Chaos

    Law of Entropy means: random.
    The ‘whole lot’ tends towards disorder.
    Scientists and slobs mean: fandom.
    Law of Entropy means: random.
    Stuff? Not straight nor in neat tandem.
    Disarray. Might be ignored, for
    Law of Entropy means: random.
    The ‘whole lot’ tends towards disorder.

    ###

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  14. A Silent Song

    How can I convey this awe – has all already been said?
    Yes, words pale to express substance of feathers and flight
    winged things pulsing from trees– heart even-now has fled…
    How can I convey this awe – has all already been said?
    Somehow spin-dip and follow swallow – beauty-led
    with graceful plumage – trace edges of morning light…
    How can I convey this awe – has all already been said?
    Yes, words pale to express substance of feathers and flight.

    Copyright © Hannah Gosselin 2014

  15. Carousel

    Painted horses go up and down
    Carousel music plays
    No one ever wears a frown
    Painted horses go up and down
    No room aboard for a silly clown
    in oversized shoes and nose ablaze
    Painted horses go up and down
    Carousel music plays

  16. Errant Trust

    My trust in you is ended
    Will I ever get it back
    Hope my heart is soon mended
    My trust in you is ended
    The pain is not transcended
    Of hurt there is no lack
    My trust in you is ended
    Will I ever get it back

  17. Maybe because of White Christmas, I agree with Will that Bing is my preference but you almost win me over with your salute to Sinatra. Great poeming as usual.

  18. RJ Clarken on said:

    Incandescent

    “There is no mystery—that’s the beauty of it. We are entirely explicable to each other, and yet we stay. What a miracle that is.” ―Kamila Shamsie, Broken Verses

    …and yet we stay. Incandescent.
    A miracle. A brilliant star.
    Explicable, but incessant.
    …and yet we stay. Incandescent.
    Love is never evanescent:
    We go on. We go on so far
    …and yet we stay. Incandescent.
    A miracle. Our brilliant star.

    ###
    Happy Anniversary to my incandescent Mom and Dad – who tonight celebrate 60 years of brilliant stars.

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