Nine waves

Another take on the nine waves. A triolet. I’m thinking about what happens next.

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Nine waves crash upon the strand,

In my ears the surf’s wild roar,

Golden arrow leaves my hand.

Nine waves crash upon the strand,

Arrow knows the dark command,

Flying to the heart’s deep core.

Nine waves crash upon the strand,

In my ears the surf’s wild roar.

The red rose trembles on the stem

Valentine’s Day wouldn’t be complete without a triolet. And what a splendid illustration by Michael Hoelzl

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The red rose trembles on the stem,

Plucked by last wild winds of spring,

Sweet chords of scented winter gem.

The red rose trembles on the stem,

Whipped by snow-flecked wind’s mayhem,

Still blackbird braves the gale to sing.

The red rose trembles on the stem,

Plucked by last wild winds of spring.

Poetry challenge Triolet: the entries

Almost lost this post! I saved it as a draft yesterday and WP removed it from its rightful place and stuck it somewhere it thought I wouldn’t find it.

Well done all who tried out a triolet for the first time. I hope you discovered that is isn’t as complicated as it sounds in the manual. There were some really excellent poems among the contributions.

First in this week was a newcomer. Welcome, Kerry.

Kerry Black

Poppy Petals

Take a seat upon yonder throne
Upholstered with poppy petals
Though you are reluctant to rule
Take a seat upon yonder throne
Replacing your father the fool
And don an emerald mantle
Take a seat upon yonder throne
Upholstered with poppy petals.

 

A fine example from Ken

A Single Rose

A single rose, its meaning hidden,
A farewell gift, or sign of love.
A pledge perhaps, of love forbidden,
A single rose, its meaning hidden.
A trace of doubt has come, unbidden,
To ponder on its weight thereof.
A single rose, its meaning hidden,
A farewell gift, or sign of love?

https://rivrvlogr.wordpress.com/2016/02/03/a-single-rose/

Sri Sudha K. sent in this one, an attempt to follow the rhyme patter, after writing a three stanza triolet-style poem that you can find in the comments on the challenge page. Well done for persevering, Sri 🙂

With eyes closed…

As I close my eyes,I just think,
What fond memories do I behold??
The sky lantern n the flower I hold,
As I close my eyes,I just think,
Come back to me my dear,
Without you there’s darkness here,
As I close my eyes, I just think,
What fond memories do I behold???

Here are the links to the poems on her blog:

https://srisudhak.wordpress.com/2016/02/04/with-eyes-closed/
https://srisudhak.wordpress.com/2016/02/04/the-throne-of-my-heart/

 

Kat Myrman wrote this little gem that appeals to the melancholic in me.

Opiate Mem’ries

The mem’ry of that autumn night
still haunts her dreams these many years
she fills her veins with opiates
the mem’ry of that autumn night
and cries for him through groggy tears
but death has closed his ears to hear
the mem’ry of that autumn night
still haunts her dreams these many years.

https://kmmyrman.wordpress.com/2016/02/03/opiate-memries-

 

Another poignant poem from Peter Bouchier

https://peterbouchier.wordpress.com/english-essays-and-poems-2/twelve-years/

 

From the Crow. I know you claim that this was difficult to do, but I love the result.

under the tree, the shadows crawl
but not a single bird will fly
above the leaves nor near the wall.
under the tree the shadows crawl
and in the house within the hall
a cat naps, but she’d rather lie
under the tree. the shadows crawl
but not a single bird will fly.

Poem 20160203b – Caw!

 

This poem from Janice is very heavily influenced by her thoughts about the painting. I share some of them.

Dream world – Ontheland

 

Like the Crow, Jennifer maintains this was difficult. Like the Crow’s poem, the result is worth the sweat 🙂

Misguided | Graceful Press Poetry

 

From Mr Todd, similar thoughts to Peter’s. Poignant and delicate.

Last Words… – A Flash of Fiction…

Last words

Last Words…
The last words he ever did speak,
Will live with me the rest of mine,
Spoken in tones so very weak.
The last words he ever did speak,
Though said in a moment so bleak,
Have become for me my lifeline.
The last words he ever did speak
Will live with me the rest of mine.

 

 

From Kerfe. A slightly askew, surreal take on a triolet with a very satisying result. Like it 🙂

https://methodtwomadness.wordpress.com/2016/02/05/my-dream/

 

From Doug the Elusive Trope. Another one who doesn’t like rhyme. Who’d know? And a Claudia McGill illustration.

Somewhere Else

 

From Merril (fingers tightly crossed the computer doesn’t explode)

The Moon Embraced Her: Poetry Challenge, Triolet | Yesterday and today: Merril’s historical musings

Another fine collection! Thanks all for participating. I know that was a difficult one. I promise tomorrow’s challenge will be more relaxing.

Poetry challenge #16: Triolet

First, apologies if I don’t reply/haven’t replied to all my notifications. It’s not meant as a snub; I’m having big problems with mail and have to go a roundabout way to access anything let alone reply. Hope to get it sorted out soon.

I know this is a more difficult form, not so much for the rhymes—there aren’t many—but getting the meaning of the refrain to shift slightly.

For the basic form of the triolet:

Eight line stanza

Eight beats to the line, or nine/seven if it sounds better

The first line is the refrain and is repeated as the fourth and the seventh line.

The second line is repeated as the eighth line so the first and last couplets are the same.

The rhyme scheme is ABaAabAB. The capitals denote repeated lines.

If that sounds obscure, the wikipedia explanation is here along with an example of a triolet by Thomas Hardy

Your mission etc etc is to write a triolet inspired by the painting below. If it helps, you can start it with:

The last words

but only if it helps. The triolet of mine is an example. The shift in meaning comes with the changed punctuation. It’s the hardest part to get to work, and it doesn’t always. I hope you’ll give this challenge a try; it’s very satisfying when it comes out right 🙂 You have a whole week, so get thinking about it, and post in the comments when you’re ready.

Painting ©Marta Shmatava

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The last words ever I heard you say,

This rose is barbed with fearsome light,

And midnight gleamed as bright as day.

The last words ever I heard you say,

Before you turned and walked away,

They turned my heart to stone that night.

The last words ever, I heard you say.

This rose is barbed with fearsome light.

A mid-night triolet

Got up at 2.30am to note this one down. It was that or keep repeating it to myself so I wouldn’t have forgotten it in the morning.

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There is danger in this moonlight,

Dancing cold steps in empty space,

Flooding the hollows of the night.

There is danger in this moonlight,

Putting ragged shadows to flight,

Among the ghosts I see your face.

There is danger in this moonlight

Dancing; cold steps in empty space.

Triolet: Gale blows harder

In response to Christine Haggerty’s prompt, a Poetry Poker Deal of five words:

above, snap, strain, slam, creep

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Gale blows harder, snap and strain,

Trees bend creaking a wild din make,

Clouds creep lower, falling rain.

Gale blows harder, snap and strain,

Slamming doors, so sharp the pain,

Above the tumult, I hear the break.

Gale blows harder, snap and strain,

Trees bend creaking, a wild din make.

Eloquent silence

A triolet in response to the Secret Keeper’s word prompt. This week’s words:

SILENCE | EYES| HEART | DRUM | LIFE |

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Eloquent silence of your eyes,

Resolute drumming of my heart,

Sentiment out the window flies.

Eloquent silence of your eyes,

And all the love within me dies.

You don’t deny our lives should part,

Eloquent silence of your eyes,

Resolute drumming of my heart.