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AN ENTERTAINING SUMMER – DAY #6: AND I QUOTE SUMMER AGAIN / TRIOLET

The luck of the draw has us back to a quote:
“The quarrels of lovers are like summer storms. Everything is more beautiful when they have passed.”
~Madame Necker

This is a beautiful simile which makes me smile! The comparison of arguing lovers being like a summer storm creates quite an image! And the aftermath gives a glimmer of hopefulness which is quite poetic on its own.

Compare a summer something with how it is like something else, and write a poem about it.

And I haven’t forgotten: being Wednesday, we will feature the form Triolet!

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As we remember:

Triolet is an 8-line French verse form. Its rhyme scheme is ABaAabAB and all lines are in iambic tetrameter; the first, fourth and seventh lines are identical, as are the second and final lines, thereby making the initial and final couplets identical as well.

Example of a Triolet (and not my submission to the prompt):

TOMORROW NEVER KNOWS

We live with what this day will give us
for that is all we’re assured.
So there’s no need to make a big fuss
we live with what this day will give us.
There’s so much of life that’s a plus,
to look past today is all blurred.
We live with what this day will give us
for that is all we’re assured.
 

Copyright © Walter J. Wojtanik – 2012

 

If you need more room to expand your thoughts, by all means string a few triolets stanzas together!

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VIVIENNE FRANCES BLAKE

VIVIENNE FRANCES BLAKE

This morning we had received word that our friend and poetess extraordinaire, Vivienne Blake (Vivinfrance) had passed away. Vivienne was a generous soul, always the first to encourage and laud poets for their efforts, downplaying her own wonderful poetry. Her work was brilliant and brought her spirit to each and every one of us, no matter how distant in miles we were from her. Her sense of humor and sense of self were beyond reproach. Her final message to us on the eve of this July P.A.D. read as such:

“Thank you, and bon courage for all the prompting and reading. Sorry I’ve been missing a bit lately – I seem to have lost my poetic mojo. I’m off to UK tomorrow for a week, so perhaps travel will broaden my mind as well as my behind!

Vivienne Blake was a true lady and she will be sorely missed. The Bistro is closed, but her words and “heart” will live on. Bon courage, Viv.

And Bon Voyage!

Click here for Marie Elena Good’s interview with our Grand Dame of poetry, Vivienne Blake from May 23, 2012

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179 thoughts on “AN ENTERTAINING SUMMER – DAY #6: AND I QUOTE SUMMER AGAIN / TRIOLET

  1. William Preston on said:

     
     
    RAMPAGING PORES

    When summer comes it brings great sweat
    that cascades down my nose and chin
    and forms in pools; I wipe, and yet,
    when summer comes it brings great sweat
    that coats me in a salted fret.
    I yearn for autumn’s kinder djinn
    when summer comes; it brings great sweat
    that cascades down my nose and chin.

  2.  
     
    Of Canvas and Creation

    Each day is like a piece of art
    Soon it will deck the halls of thought
    Summer, what beauty you impart
    Each day is like a piece of art
    A masterpiece of earth and heart
    Beneath a Hand of mercy wrought
    Each day is like a piece of art
    Soon it will deck the halls of thought

  3. They’re saying on Facebook that Viv has died.

  4. I’m hearing this morning of our good friend Vivienne Blake’s passing. I am saddened by this and ask that you all keep her family in your thoughts. She’ll be remembered fondly.

  5.  
     
    A Stormy Affair

    The shock and awe of flash and boom
    bring on a spirited deluge.
    As thunder rolls, summer storms bloom
    the shock and awe of flash and boom.
    Emotions race, soon harsh words zoom.
    Unlike the storm, there’s no refuge
    when shock and awe of flash and boom
    bring a dispirited deluge.

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  7.  
     
    A SUMMER TRIOLET

    The angels wave their wands at seeds

    and summer comes on dancing feet

    providing gifts that nature needs.

    The angels wave their wands at seeds,

    then flowers bloom where once were weeds.

    No fear of snow or hail or sleet.

    The angels wave their wands at seeds

    and summer comes on dancing feet.

    #

  8.  
     
    the summer blooms within your speech
    like wings of butterflies caress
    your laughter’s call and love beseech
    the summer blooms within your speech
    we are like waves upon the beach
    the summer blooms within your speech
    like wings of butterflies caress

  9. Walt, your sample triolet is poignant in light of the news of ViV’s passing…and, being ViVinFRANCE…a fitting form, today. I’m so better from having known ViV, if only in cyberspace. I always told her I wanted to grow up to be like her. That is still my wish. Her presence among us will be missed.

  10. connielpeters on said:

    So sad to hear of Viv’s passing. She will be missed.

  11.  
     
    Summer Triolet

    A thought arises, lingers not, departs,
    as our summer too soon becomes the fall.
    This is true in writing, in all the arts.
    A thought arises, lingers not, departs.
    We must soon act on what is in our hearts,
    lest we would forget, lose our soul, our all.
    A thought arises, lingers not, departs,
    as our summer too soon becomes the fall.

  12. connielpeters on said:

     
     
    Summer Plums

    Ripe summer plums which fill the tree
    Like promises fulfilled by God
    His loving proof to you and me
    Ripe summer plums which fill the tree
    Just hanging there for all to see
    To taste and know that He is good
    Ripe summer plums which fill the tree
    Like promises fulfilled by God

  13.  
     
    SON ESPRIT COMME UNE BRISE D’ÉTÉ

    Her spirit like a summer breeze,
    born of her elegance and charm.
    Her words flowed as sweet as you please,
    her spirit like a summer breeze.
    Her poet heart is now at ease,
    the news took us much by alarm.
    Son esprit comme une brise d’ete,
    born of her elegance and charm.

    (C) Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016

  14. I feel like I’ve lost a wonderful, crotchety relative.

    She loved these French forms, and I can never get them right.

    Life Is Like A Summer Afternoon

    Like neat, three-panel cartoon strips–
    summer days with afternoon storms
    begin with smiles and end with drips.
    Like neat three-panel cartoon strips
    Each four o’clock apocalypse
    Conforms, contains, transforms the norms.
    Like neat, three-panel cartoon strips–
    summer days with afternoon storms.

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  16. ViV was such an encouragement to me through my melancholy days, often making the comment that my poems were sad. I think this one would have brought her a smile!

    HOT DAYS OF SUMMER

    The temperature rises
    in this summer heat.
    Watching as he exercises
    the temperature rises
    and it’s no surprise
    my heart skips a beat.
    The temperature rises
    in this summer heat.

  17. Hot Rain Drops

    Summer is like sitting in a sauna,
    the sweat running like hot rain drops
    as you gaze at the flora and fauna.
    Summer is like sitting in a sauna,
    your own nightmare version of nirvana
    where everything, including time…stops.
    Summer is like sitting in a sauna,
    the sweat running like hot rain drops.

  18. Bon Courage and Bon Voyage Viv! Sympathy and strength to all her family and loved ones. More than her words will be missed.

  19. Ha… Thankfully not up in our north… So we light the sauna instead

  20. I can’t believe it. I am just reading of Viv’s death. My heart is broken. Such a lovely, amazing lady and a true poet. Rest in peace, beautiful lady. You will be dearly, profoundly missed.

  21.  
     
    Every End Becomes an Ache

    Summer has lost a friend,
    Slipped and tipped over like dominoes,
    The soft sorrow of roses, forfend,
    Summer has lost a friend,
    Lost its bird song and country lane’s end,
    Lost the sweetness of hedgerows,
    Summer has lost a friend,
    Slipped and tipped over like dominoes.

    .

    To my forever-friend, Viv

  22. Following your lead, Walt, always, my Triolet Partner.
    I am still in shock, and heartbroken.

    Every breath is a fragile bird, feathered closer to the sky

    For that is all we are assured,
    uncertain as a summer shiver:
    a life abundant, full, but whirled –
    for that is all we are assured.
    Even the moon mourns heaven’s curl,
    unquiet as a dark sky sliver.
    For that is all we are assured,
    uncertain as a summer shiver.

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  24.  
     
    Summer Sisters

    They stand across the garden, waving
    wearing pretty summer frocks
    a little flirty – but behaving
    They stand across the garden, waving
    blazing sun and storm clouds braving
    zinnia, rose, and hollyhocks
    They stand across the garden waving
    wearing pretty summer frocks

    ~
    with thoughts of Viv and her beloved gardens

  25.  
     
    Too Much Of A Good Thing

    On a scorching summer day
    we welcome a setting sun.
    In winter, we dreamed of mango sorbet
    on a scorching summer day.
    We went for a swim in the bay.
    Now we are worn out, quite done.
    On a scorching summer day
    we welcome a setting sun.

    (Will be back to comment later. I am thinking of Viv, her photos, quilts, poems,
    and lovely personality.)

  26. Walt: Thank you for including Viv’s final words to us today. My goodness … it just doesn’t seem real.

  27. DIAL BACK TIME (a triolet)

    Back then, our clocks had hands and feet
    No wings, yet time still seemed to fly
    As singing trucks brought ice cream treats.

    Back then, our clocks had hands and feet
    And we played kickball in the street
    While friends and neighbors happened by.

    Back then, our clocks had hands and feet
    No wings, yet time still seemed to fly.

    © Marie Elena Good

  28. Earl Parsons on said:

     
     
    Seasons Fly By

    Seasons fly by at breakneck speed
    Nothing we do will slow them down
    All aboard for the ride, indeed
    Seasons fly by at breakneck speed
    Make the best of where they may lead
    Ignore the clock hands spinning ‘round
    Seasons fly by at breakneck speed
    Nothing we do will slow them down

    © Earl Parsons

  29. Earl Parsons on said:

     
     
    I am never right
    When arguing with my love
    It’s in the contract

  30. Earl Parsons on said:

     
     
    11:59

    Eleven-fifty-nine ticks loud
    Though silent is that tick to most
    They know not it’s their final bow
    Eleven-fifty-nine ticks loud
    What if life’s time clock ticked out loud
    What if your last minute was now
    Eleven-fifty-nine ticks loud
    Though silent is that tick to most

    © Earl Parsons

    • Earl Parsons on said:

      Oops. Didn’t follow the rhyming pattern. Here’s the corrected poem.

      11:59

      Eleven-fifty-nine ticks loud
      Though silent is that tick to most
      They know not it’s their final bow
      Eleven-fifty-nine ticks loud
      What if your last minute was now
      What would your friends say at your roast
      Eleven-fifty-nine ticks loud
      Though silent is that tick to most

      © Earl Parsons

    • Poetic license…I got creative with it, too.

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  32.  
     
    Adieu, Ma Chère Amie
    A Triolet for Viv

    Summer is like a fragile bird—
    her beauty fills our world with bliss,
    her song surpasses spoken word.

    Summer is like a fragile bird—
    too soon she falls, no longer heard.
    Her soul takes flight from this abyss.

    Summer is like a fragile bird.
    A poet falls, her presence missed.

  33. Not in perfect form, but here is my triolet for Viv. Posted on my blog and also linked to Victoria’s post for tributes.

    For Viv

    A tear surprised my face today
    as lavender and sweet bouquets
    swayed gently to the clarinet

    A tear surprised my face today
    for all you penned upon a page
    when petals drop before they fade

    A tear surprised my face today
    though we had never met

  34. A very familiar emotion for any poet who had the pleasure to post alongside of and be commented on by Vivienne.

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