The Triolet Trail

kborsden · Nov 29, 2011

Without the dress of mourning,
sorrow lies vulnerable and naked
as the moment she was born in,
without the dress of mourning;
each tear falling, and therefore adorning
the missing gown, is a force to fake it:
without the dress of mourning --
sorrow lies vulnerable and naked.

kdnxdr · Nov 29, 2011

Sorrow lies vulnerable and naked
under the foot of disdain;
begging a tear, pray shed;
sorrow lies vulnerable and naked.

Let them die! was all that was said,
no one cares about such pain!
Sorrow lies vulnerable and naked,
under the foot of disdain.

B.D. Eyeslie · Dec 1, 2011

Under the foot of disdain,
the foot soldier retreats from war.
The mob lets loose its refrain
under the foot of disdain.
His friends can't measure his pain
or visit the horrors he saw
under the foot of disdain.
The foot soldier retreats from war.

CDSinex · Dec 2, 2011

The foot soldier retreats from war
to find he has no job at home,
and find his very home's no more.
The foot soldier retreats from war
with no idea what's in store,
and not a clue of what's to come.
The foot soldier retreats from war
to find he has no job at home

Perscribo · Dec 2, 2011

To find he has no job at home
keeps peace a bore. To the side of
Rome domes no more. Pamphlets to roam;
to find. He has no job at home
in sight. Only swimming the foam,
blinded by a spirited love-
to-find (he has no job!) at home;
keeps peace a bore to the side of.

kdnxdr · Dec 3, 2011

keeps peace a bore, to the the side of
chaos, distractions from the hum of life;
tenderness has removed the glove,
keeps peace a bore; to the side of
empty eyes, devoid of tender love;
fear and pain, the life of strife
keeps peace a bore, to the side of
chaos, distractions from the hum of life.

poetinahat · Dec 5, 2011

Chaos! Distractions from the hum of life
cram our numb brains to dizzy blankness. Find
a small place to sit, calm in the eye of
chaos. Distractions, from the hum of life,
the gnats in your eyes, become feather-light.
They fall and drift, soft at your feet. Behind:
chaos. Distractions from the hum of life
cram our numb brains. Too dizzy. Blankness. Find...

kdnxdr · Dec 5, 2011

Cram our numb brains! Too dizzy, blankness. Find...
that little space where private thoughts are kept,
a savored reprieve, the rush distilled, a little drink of wine.
Cram our numb brains! Too dizzy, blankness. Find...
memories, held true to those that we fondly call "Mine";
safe and sound amidst the twirl, we hold with love adept...
Cram our numb brains! Too dizzy, blankness. Find!
that little space where private thoughts are kept.

CDSinex · Dec 5, 2011

Taken down for submittal elsewhere.

Perscribo · Dec 7, 2011

So deep that even you're afraid. To look
asleep, to lure the beast, a cradle falls
in the dark abyss. Nightmarish fear shook
so deep that even you're afraid. To look
and see no escape--no soft hand to hook,
no ivy to snake--only sky-high walls,
so deep, that even. You're afraid to look
asleep. To lure the beast, a cradle falls.

B.D. Eyeslie · Dec 7, 2011

Asleep, to lure the beast, a cradle falls,
a gunny sack opens, and spiders flee.
We've done our best to pretend that we're all
asleep to lure the beast. A cradle falls
in a forest of brittle wood so tall;
the baby rocks at the top of the tree,
asleep. To lure the beast, a cradle falls,
a gunny sack opens, and spiders flee.

kdnxdr · Dec 12, 2011

a gunny sack opens....spiders flee!
look about, the creepycrawlies are out!
to each our own, we are our fears' trophy.
a gunny sack opens...spiders flee!

a plaything for the dark; without courage, we atrophy
curl up in a ball, mercy hangs in doubt.
a gunny sack opens....spiders flee!
look about, the creepycrawlies are out!

B.D. Eyeslie · Dec 13, 2011

Look about, the creepycrawlies are out,
and they're looking for some din-din.
As you step, step carefully; please don't shout—
look about. The creepycrawlies are out
with razor sharp teeth and man-smelling snouts.
If you don't care, it will be your last sin.
Look about! The creepycrawlies are out,
and they're looking for some din-din.

kdnxdr · Dec 15, 2011

and they're looking for some din-din
their little curling tongues, hinting that it's time;
they start their ceaseless meowing, knowing they always win,
and they're looking for some din-din.

curling round your feet, acting like a friend
give them something unwanted, they make it like a crime;
and they're looking for some din-din
their little curling tongues, hinting that it's time.

CDSinex · Dec 16, 2011

Their little curling tongues, hinting that it's time
for all of this to end, right? Here,
right now, no words, just pantomime,
their little curling tongues. Hinting that it's time,
shyly, their lack of candor's fine
‘cause really, no one wants to hear
their little curling tongues, hinting that it's time
[FONT=&quot]for all of this to end … right here.[/FONT]

kdnxdr · Dec 16, 2011

for all of this to end...right here
walk away, never looking back;
let the words fall, don't try to make them clear
for all of this to end, right here
tell the lonliness you have nothing left to fear
when the looks of a stranger seem to attract;
for all of this to end right here,
walk away, never looking back

kborsden · Dec 19, 2011

Walk away, never looking. Back
to your cosy sweet green cottage,
you steal into your ageless, cracked
walk. Away? Never. Looking back
I see the feeling in your lack
of sense, like a rotten cabbage –
walk away, never looking back
to your cosy sweet green cottage

kdnxdr · Dec 19, 2011

to your cosy sweet green cottage
we find our way, intent to discover
your flowers, the rose and the sage;
to your cosy sweet green cottage
we plan a garden fair; no shortage
of time, we linger 'till undercover;
to your cosy sweet green cottage
we find our way, intent to discover

CDSinex · Dec 22, 2011

Removed for publication.

kdnxdr · Dec 22, 2011

of all of the things we had left behind
just one I've smuggled, my souvenir;
a little keepsake part of you is mine,
of all of the things we had left behind,
something to remember our sweet time
something to look at that brings you near;
of all of the things we had left behind
just one I've smuggled, my souvenir.

kborsden · Dec 22, 2011

Just one? I've smuggled my souvenir
born out of love for memories
to keep my sullied conscience clear.
Just one I've smuggled, my souvenir.

As truth is neither there nor here,
I keep a single heresy;
just one -- I've smuggled my souvenir
born out of love for memories.

B.D. Eyeslie · Dec 23, 2011

Born out of love for memories,
my taste turns to holiday fare—
plum pies and Christmas tree cookies
born out of love. For memories
we have our share of treasuries
hanging on the tree, placed with care,
born out of love. For memories,
my taste turns to holiday fare.

I must admit, I've never had plum pie or pudding.

kborsden · Dec 23, 2011

My taste turns to holiday fare,
drifting on the scent of Christmas.
As appetites for joy declare
my taste, turns to holiday fare
are more common than they are rare
in the winter darkness amassed –
my taste turns to holiday fare
drifting on the scent of Christmas.

kdnxdr · Dec 23, 2011

drifting on the scent of Christmas,
it's the myrrh and frankincense
reminding me of deeper thoughts,
drifting on the scent of Christmas.

though death is waiting at the door,
Christ's birth is joyously celebrated;
drifting on the scent of Christmas
it's the myrrh and frankincense

kborsden · Dec 23, 2011

It's 'the myrrh and frankincense'
not 'the mermaid Frankenstein'.
Such confusion cannot sense
it's the myrrh -- and frankincense
is clearly (when set against
a common stench) not Frankenstein.
It's 'the myrrh' and 'frankincense'!
Not 'the mermaid Frankenstein'...

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