Triolets

 

A triolet is a French poem that consists of eight lines utilizing the ABaAabAB rhyming scheme.

This poem type is called triolet because the first line is repeated thrice. 

Triolet poems were most likely invented in medieval 13th-century France.

There (or not)

What’s there or what’s coming, who can know.

there might be some bad, maybe some good.

Perhaps we’ll make of it as much as we should.

What’s there or what’s coming, who can know,

some rays of sunshine, some days of snow.

We’ll bask or we’ll shovel as well as we could,

preferring the good days, like anyone would.

What’s there or what’s coming, who can know.

Understated Triolet

Some things simply should never be said,

no matter how much one wants to reveal,

should honesty fill a dear friend with dread.

Some things simply should never be said,

letters are worse, re-read and re-read,

No matter how truthful, no matter how real,

some things simply should never be said,

no matter how much one wants to reveal.

A Routine Day at the Triolet Office

If you’re not angry with me,

would you please tell your face.

I’d feel safer then, you see.

If you’re not angry with me,

it’d suit me to a T,

and at least I’d know my  place.

If you’re not angry with me,

would you please tell your face.

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.

Enough

There’s nothing to wish for, nothing to crave.

We already have all that we need.

There’s more to cherish in the things we gave.

There’s nothing to wish for, nothing to crave.

Only our memories are worthy to save,

all else, like the dandelion, going to seed.

There’s nothing to wish for, nothing to crave.

We already have all that we need.