Triquint is a poetry form which consists of 3 verses of 5 lines each. Lines 3 and 4 of verse 1 (Refrain) repeat in verses 2 and 3. The declining syllable count for each stanza is 9, 7, 5, 3, 1 and has an aaAAb rhyme scheme.
WALT’S TRIQUINT:
SILENT ECHOES
He heard her whispered call as he slept,
into his mind she had crept.
He had to accept
she had stepped.
Gone!
When the sadness got so strong, he wept,
it made him feel so inept.
He had to accept
she had stepped.
Done!
How he wished that he could intercept,
such a roving heart, windswept.
He had to accept
she had stepped.
None!
© Walter J Wojtanik – 2019
POETIC BLOOMINGS 
Responses
In honor of have a heart for a chained dog week . . .
He barks greetings and you offer treats
Eagerly he trots to eat
Six feet. . .eight. . . defeat!
He retreats
Chain
He lazes under the summer heat
Till clouds form over his seat
Six feet. . . eight. . .defeat!
He retreats
Rain
He waits for his master but he cheats
Footsteps made by children’s feet
Six feet. . .eight. . .defeat!
He retreats
Pain
Spot on
🙂 Thanks, William
Truly wonderful, Darlene.
Oh my. Yes.
This looked easy on the surface, but was actually quite a challenge. For one verse, no problem, but tying 3 together takes a bit of finagling. Nevertheless, I do love the challenge. Thanks.
The Decision
One important decision we make
Before the day we don’t wake
We wait at The Gate
For our fate
Fly!
The signals were clear to formulate
The one choice we had to make
We wait at The Gate
For our fate
Why?
Far be it from me to speculate
Read God’s mind or contemplate
We wait at The Gate
For our fate
My!
Challenge isn’t the half of it.
The dwindling word count was the hard point for me. And so many phrases that came to mind were even numbered! Well done, pointing us all to that ultimate decision we all must make.
I agree with Darlene. Good job, Earl. I had problems with the dwindling syllable count as well.
Great work! I have to admit I haven’t tried yet. I get intimidated by some of these forms. This one, included. But I should really work at it!
No Accident
Accidental death is what they’ve ruled
She said they were being fooled
Victim was bejeweled
Perp had tools
Took!
A little kitten began to mewl
followed them around the pool
Victim was bejeweled
Perp had tools
Look!
In kitten’s paw behold, minuscule
diamond earring, search the school
Victim was bejeweled
Perp had tools
Crook!
Dig dem rhymes!
Cats make great sleuths.
Sure do. They have the time and patience.
Gee, tanks William!
Mighty impressive!
Thanks, Marie!
DESIDERATA
A wild bird nests in a gravel pit;
only it knows the best fit,
and may God permit
to let it
be.
If a caged bird pines to more than flit,
one must loose it for its grit
and, may God permit,
to let it
flee.
If a man should have but little wit,
one must excuse him to twit.
And may God permit
to let it
free.
I like the topic you used for this, William.
Yep, and great work.
The Play
In the beginning we have no say
Where we’ll end up that first day
Our plan is His way
If we play
Womb!
Ours is the power to choose our way
Choice to refuse or obey
Our plan is His way
If we play
Tomb!
This life we live will soon pass away
No second chance or replay
Our plan is His way
If we play
Boom!!