A Quartet of Triolet

By Bradene

Sat, 21 Feb 2009
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Comfort

To look upon my darling’s face
brings endless comfort to my soul
its countenance so full of grace.
To look upon my darling’s face
brings eagerness for his embrace
his loving, caring, makes me whole.
To look upon my darling’s face
brings endless comfort to my soul.

Red and Blue

The air is blue around my head
swirling like a sapphire vapour.
Profane his tongue, I’ve always said
the air is blue around my head.
It always leaves me seeing red
as crimson as Christmas paper.
The air is blue around my head
Swirling like a sapphire vapour

Crazy

People like to think me crazy
can’t comprehend my sense of fun,
one thing that I’m not is lazy.
People like to think me crazy
idiotic, daft as Daisy
bringing pleasure, then I’m done.
People like to think me crazy
can’t comprehend my sense of fun.

The Vote

My politics are so remote
I cannot bring myself to choose
a candidate for whom to vote
my politics are so remote.
Each lie they utter gets my goat
so in the end it’s I who lose.
My politics are so remote
I cannot bring myself to choose.

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Comments

Submitted by hilary west on
Nice sentiments, nicely conveyed.

 

Submitted by threeleafshamrock on
I may not have your knowledge, with regard to poetic forms but I do know what I like and this is such! This form seems to have a lilt, that makes reading it (especially aloud) particularly pleasant. Thanks for the education! Chris