Another Triolet

I lower the shutters behind my eyes

so no one can see what’s missing,

blindly beguiled by a clever disguise.

I lower the shutters behind my eyes

and hold your attention between my thighs

with wine, cabaret and kissing.

I lower the shutters behind my eyes

so no one can see what’s missing.




This triolet is exactly 55 words, so I offer it to FF55 where G-man offers, and asks for 55 words about anything at all.  The triolet is a short poem of eight line with only two rhymes used throughout.  The first line is repeated in the fourth and seventh lines; the second line is repeated in the final line.  This gives a deceptively simple appearance: ABaAbAB, where capital letters indicate repeated lines.  

After the Storm

When the mud from the river-bottoms has settled

the hazy sky reflects on the surface

smooth and flat.

Mirrored sliver of sky and trees

so calm, no hint of  stormy skies

or rough waters that came before.

No hint of what’s beneath.

Picture: River by Marina Moevs

This was written for Magpie Tales and dVerse Poets Open Link Night.

Free Verse Poem #2

Free Verse Poem #2

There is this lovely house
I drive past every day
So cozy and inviting -
Yard and garden neatly tended.
I thought of the joy
Within those walls,
And envied that family
Just a little.
Until one day
Driving by with a friend
I saw a FOR SALE sign
In that well-kept yard.
My friend just
Shook her head
‘So sad’ she said
I looked perplexed
And then she said,
‘Oh, didn’t you hear?
He beat his wife to death
With a garden spade.’