Sunday Mornings Remind Me . . . A Triolet
Sunday mornings remind me
of days gone by when life was oh so free;
of birds singing melodies in lazy trees
Sunday mornings remind me
of spring rains and summer breezes
Winter’s first fallen snow; Autumn’s falling leaves
Sunday mornings remind me . . .
of tranquilities–Life’s intended easiness
~By CordieB.
This poem was written as a reply to Totally Optional Prompts , a totally optional poetry prompting blog. This week’s ”prompt” is entitled Prompt: Triolet .
From Totally Optional Prompts . . .
So what exactly is a triolet? Here are the rules, according Poets.org.
The attraction of the triolet is that it’s short: there are only eight lines total, and five unique lines. But the essence of the triolet is not only repetition, but surprise in repetition. The challenge is to make the repeat lines mean different things, instead of simply repeating them.
You can change the relationship of the words in the repeat lines to the lines before and after, by manipulating the punctuation. Also, as with other repetitive forms such as villanelles and sestinas, modern poetic conventions allow the repeat lines to vary a little. Of course, if you let them vary too much, you lose the impact.
Read some fine example triolets
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Peace, Light and Love, CordieB.
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this is just beautiful! great job on the triolet! thanks also, for visiting my blog!