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When layers of grey define the day
and all around the clouds press down
I find myself in disarray.
When layers of grey define the day
My scattered thoughts float faraway
Upon a ship of thistledown.
Then layers of grey define the day
and all around the clouds press down.
Another Triolet (A-B-a-A-a-b-A-B) for dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night and Day #9 of NaPoWriMo. At the eleventh hour. Again.
i feel you...the grey broke here this week...thank goodness...been nice...was 86 and sunny today...it feels so good on the skin...mm hmm...nice form mary
ReplyDeleteThanks Brain! You are so ever-present on the blogs! I have to wonder if you ever sleep! But I sure appreciate it.
DeleteYou followed form so nicely. I live in the desert, so rarely experience gray days. For me, the novelty would delight.
ReplyDeleteI love this form ... you aced the challenge!!
ReplyDeleteThis is almost a song. Love the rhythm. :)
ReplyDeleteI want to try one of these poems now! I love the use of imagery and rhyme.
ReplyDeleteI posted a link to this poem on my blog today. I hope that is okay with you. Let me know if I need to take it down. Thanks.
DeleteHeidi I just read your poem and IT ROCKS! Thanks for linking me, of course I don't mind! :o) This is a really fun form, I think. I know it can get too sing-song, but the repetition (to me) adds depth and weight to the lines. I'm glad you like it too.
DeleteA real little pearl of a poem. I agree that it is almost a song. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteFrom the grey arrives the sunny day.
ReplyDeletenice melancholy
Love this, Mary, especially S3
ReplyDelete"My scattered thoughts float faraway
Upon a ship of thistledown."
Another beautiful triolet, my friend!
really like this triolet..grey days do press down, don't they?...and our thoughts are scattered to distract us...I'm trying to think of the layers
ReplyDeleteas hovering and blue sky just a wind storm away ;_)
Form and photo match well with this grey poem
ReplyDeleteI, though, love grey skies and winter.
Well crafted grayolet!
How many Shades of Gray are we talking about here?
ReplyDeleteHahahaha - Oh Galen...
DeleteWhen the grey hovers about is a pain and can make one pout
ReplyDeleteWonderful triolet and have to admit you garnered some great comments, too...Sabio's grayolet and shades of gray!
ReplyDeleteI love this! It's such a great form, and you really do it justice.
ReplyDeleteJust the right amount of melancholy to capture the blues of a gray day. Nice.
ReplyDeleteNice capture of the feeling associated with the heaviness of a grim, gray day.
ReplyDeleteThank you all! I've commented on your blogs as well.
ReplyDeleteStunning triolet, Sis. This is one of my favorite forms to write and I know the difficulty of blending the repeating lines into the poem. You have done so expertly.
ReplyDeleteThank you everyone. I appreciate your comments.
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