The Triolet Trail

WTF kind of a first line is that?!

Would-be excellent monostich -
a bright line of brass horizon
spitting sparks like a burning wick
would be excellent monostich.
Starting now, ending in a tick,
tick, tick - done before realising -
would be excellent monostich,
a bright line of brass horizon.

still aglow from the heat of the weld
night cannot extinquish what love has wrought;
morning rays ignite passion's embers held
still aglow from the heat of the weld

should love consume, kisses now curtailed,
distance kept short and time too long, parting is for not;
still aglow from the heat of the weld,
night cannot extinquish what love has wrought.

Night cannot extinguish what love has wrought
between bodies and stars. Are galaxies
given blankets such as this? Food for thought:
night cannot extinguish. What love has wrought
is fire and ice at best, and can't be fought
with simple darkness. Smother fantasies?
--night cannot. Extinguish what love has wrought
between: bodies and stars are galaxies.

Their infinite distances harvested
lonesome sounds through a string and two tin cans.
The same as their mothers and fathers did,
their infinite distances harvested
a song of going home. He promised it
carefully and sure, her hands in his hands.
Their infinite distances harvested
lonesome sounds through a string and two tin cans.

Vibrate with the secrets of lost aeons
and you transcribe them with your lawnmower
into great Braille swathes, slightly uneven.
Vibrate with the secrets of lost aeons
and (you didn't know this) their wisdom remains,
preserved in clippings and grass aroma.
Vibrate with the secrets of lost aeons
and you transcribe them with your lawnmower.

(I know, I know... hell of a line to leave you with. This is one of the challenges of the Triolet Train - a good leave. I failed here.)

and you transcribe them with your lawnmower,
children's laughter and the dog barking,
small remembrances of when life was slower-
and you transcribe them with your lawn mower

the dreams of yesterday you're left to explore,
the yard becomes a tribute to their life's embarking
and you transcribe them with your lawnmower,
children's laughter and the dog barking.

I pause this thread to stand and applaud.

Brilliant, kid!

Ditto, it was a beautiful piece. Great prompt to. I hope I've done it justice.


Children's laughter and the dog barking,
a sorely needed welcome home.
I frown and shrug without remarking.
Children's laughter and the dog barking
stop as Frankenstein quells their larking.
The chase is on; room to room they roam:
children's laughter and the dog barking,
a sorely needed welcome home.

after the hardships of the day
we rise up with bottles
and sink with our tension
after the hardships of the day
we follow more routine
goin' on genocide
after the hardships of the day
we rise up with bottles

we rise up with bottles,
desperate notes adrift at sea,
our hopes wrestle, despair to throttle
we rise up with bottles

lives we've lost, leave memories we coddle,
relationships that will never be;
we rise up with bottles,
desperate notes adrift at sea

but caught by a folded hope's influx,
a dog's stinky poopie sucked back in
FROM WHENCE IT CAME! FROM WHENCE IT CAME!
butt- caught by a folded hope's influx
slurpy slurpy spaghetti stringies
ride instantaneous consciousness
but caught by a folded hope's influx:
a dog's stinky poopie sucked back in

a dog's stinky poopie sucked back in,
a failed triolet tastes as such;
frustrated angst, a nasty whim,
a dog's stinky poopie sucked back in

the world is bleak and the muse is dim,
vulgarity is a weak man's crutch;
a dog's stinky poopie sucked back in
a failed triolet tastes as such

a failed triolet tastes as such
to a poet unable to extract
the beauty and science within
a failed triolet tastes as such
"soon released to keep the angst
only you would know"
a failed triolet tastes as such
to a poet unable to extract

Perhaps a refresher on the triolet form (see post 1) - and the importance of respecting your fellow writer - is in order here?

the importance of respecting
the 'path morality
and really on reflecting
the importance of respecting
Mani as our king
i bow in shame and see
the importance of respecting
the 'path morality

Stephen, please read post #1. There is actually supposed to be structure to this thread.

Thank you,

BD

the path morality:
the harder climb to reach such heights,
a mockery to simply let things be:
the path morality

those that try want not our pity,
only they can fight their fights.
the path morality:
the harder climb to reach such heights