The Triolet Trail

kkbe · Mar 16, 2016

You've gone into seclusion.
Turn away, deny this torrid place.
Preferring the illusion,
you've gone into seclusion,
rejecting revolution
even as it smacks you in the face.
You've gone into seclusion.
Turn away. Deny this torrid place.

poetinahat · Mar 17, 2016

you've gone into seclusion
with a handful of fish-hooks,
your cloth cap, overshoes and
you've gone into seclusion

where trout flash and curlews sing
sweet airs on fresh-running brooks
you've gone into seclusion
with a handful of fish-hooks

poetinahat · Mar 17, 2016

Oh, bloody hell. I've done the wrong line.

kkbe · Mar 18, 2016

I won't tell. <3

With a hand full of fish hooks
and crimson dripping down his arm,
smiling at our burgeoning shocked looks,
with a hand full of fish hooks
(surrounded by forgotten schoolbooks),
he squeezed, and had us in his palm
with a hand full of fish hooks
and crimson, dripping down his arm.

kdnxdr · Mar 18, 2016

and...crimson dripping down his arm...
the flag was raised against all odds;
he fought to keep us safe from harm
and, crimson dripping down his arm,
he gave his last without alarm;
loyalty and conscience always prods,
and... crimson dripping down his arm
the flag was raised against all odds.

kkbe · Mar 19, 2016

The flag was raised. Against all odds,
he won, and everything was lost.
The King stepped forth. To loud applause,
the flag was raised against all odds
by simpletons and goonish squads
whose mindlessness came at a cost:
the flag was raised against all odds.
He won. And everything was lost.

kdnxdr · Mar 19, 2016

he won, and everything was lost
to passions' pangs,
became a life unlived, such was the cost;
he won, and everything was lost
her dreams considered only dross,
a girl's ambition quickly wanes;
he won, and everything was lost
to passions' pangs.

Perscribo · Mar 20, 2016

To passions' pangs
he dangled a sweet peach.
Plump on the branch she hangs.
To passions' pangs
and sold-out crowds he sang.
His heart she could not reach.
To passions' pangs
he dangled; a sweet peach.

kdnxdr · Mar 21, 2016

he dangled, a sweet peach,
sweet as he could be; he dripped,
"Honey", there's something I can teach...
he dangled, a sweet peach.
"closer, so I can reach"...
"my dress!" suddenly ripped;
he dangled...a sweet peach,
sweet as he could be, he dripped.

Perscribo · Mar 21, 2016

Sweet as he could be, he dripped
words. To paint her poet dreams
he cast, caught her color, gripped
sweet. As he could be, he dripped
in irony; blithely-lipped
candor bursting at the seams.
Sweet as he could be, he dripped
words to paint her poet dreams.

kkbe · Mar 22, 2016

Beautiful triolet, Perscribo.

poetinahat · Mar 22, 2016

~~fuckin' A.~~ Indeed.

B.D. Eyeslie · Mar 25, 2016

Words to paint her poet dreams,
unguided hands will trace their love,
breath so faint, a clay bust preens
words to paint her poet. Dreams,
are said to be less than schemes:
He's never to be spoken of.
Words to paint her... Poet dreams
unguided hands will trace their love.

kkbe · Mar 26, 2016

Such loveliness of words gracing this thread...

Perscribo · Mar 26, 2016

Unguided hands will trace, their love
navigate, a course of white. Light
that burns will push the meek to shove,
unguided. Hands will trace their love
as tunneled holes we live above.
If the anger doesn't feed might,
unguided hands will. Trace their love.
Navigate a course of white light.

kdnxdr · Mar 26, 2016

navigate a course of white light
ascending the dark of day;
believing, keeping the end in sight,
navigate a course of white light,
avoiding temporal delight,
fly without delay;
navigate a course of white light,
ascending the dark of day.

poetinahat · Mar 28, 2016

ascending the dark of day
my feet become soft serifs
on my walking shadow's A
ascending the dark of day

new possible answers may
follow this dawn emphasis
ascending the dark of day
my feet become soft serifs

B.D. Eyeslie · Mar 30, 2016

My feet become soft serifs
falling through a paper sky.
Crows edge the roof-tops; whereas,
my feet become soft. Serifs,
claws, one step from the terrace;
paradise on the first try—
my feet become soft. Serifs
falling through a paper sky.

kkbe · Mar 30, 2016

falling through a paper sky
poisoning with dainty puffs
laughing, dying, who knows why?
falling though, a paper sky
coating lungs with paint and lye,
one can never blow enuf
falling though a paper sky,
poisoning with dainty puffs

poetinahat · Mar 30, 2016

*inserts incidental music by Erik Satie*

poetinahat · Mar 30, 2016

*and now, it's time to take out the trash*

poisoning with dainty puffs
the cotillion batallion
flounce-strafes swells with gold-linked cuffs
poisoning with dainty puffs

eau de Heaven's Sake - enough!
dab your eyes with a scallion.
poisoning with dainty puffs,
the cotillion batallion.

kkbe · Mar 31, 2016

The Cotillion Battalion
(ever hungry and never defeated):
Warriors half-angelic, half-hellion,
the Cotillion Battalion
ride to Glory on cloven-hooved stallions,
flaunting skulls of gudgeons they've de-meated.
The Cotillion Battalion:
ever hungry, and never defeated.

jaus tail · Apr 1, 2016

ever hungry and never defeated
shoulders go high, pride reaches peak
played with kids and often cheated
ever hungry and never defeated

earned the right to act conceited
hiding the losses was the technique
ever hungry and never defeated
shoulders go high, pride reaches peak

kborsden · Apr 1, 2016

Shoulders go high. Pride reaches peak
before the day has been passed on
and children strive to be where meek
shoulders go. High pride reaches, peaks
and then leaves humility bleak
and adults strive to be where young
shoulders go. High pride, reach us (peek!)
before the day has been passed on.

kdnxdr · Apr 4, 2016

before the day has been passed on
linger here with me and tell your story
once more, let every word come undone,
before the day has been passed on.
of your stories, I've grown quite fond
the ones of tears and joy and private glory;
before the day has been passed on
linger here with me and tell your story

The Triolet Trail

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