tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post1353403964867318401..comments2024-03-28T15:09:21.698-04:00Comments on The Miss Rumphius Effect: Monday Poetry Stretch - TrioletTriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18350907653629775293noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-35740492089201192632009-07-22T17:59:41.400-04:002009-07-22T17:59:41.400-04:00I discovered the triolet long before I read your b...I discovered the triolet long before I read your blog, and I had written a couple to try and write in this form. My first time writing one, the content didn't seem to fit in this form and my second one came off with a forced rhyme D; I like the example triolet you used and it gave me a new perspective on the form... I feel like writing another triolet now. <3TheAirtwithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16384409537253200293noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-62937693096346345152009-03-31T12:28:00.000-04:002009-03-31T12:28:00.000-04:00Just discovered your site! Here's my attempt at a...Just discovered your site! Here's my attempt at a triolet:<BR/><BR/>The words we use and think are true<BR/>Are often simply what we’ve got,<BR/>But they become the glue.<BR/>The words we use and think are true,<BR/>If listened to, reveal clues,<BR/>Cling to the roots we’ve sought.<BR/>The words we use and think are true<BR/>Are often simply what we’ve got.Dancingirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00400203620215712439noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-74048394326927661392009-03-31T12:16:00.000-04:002009-03-31T12:16:00.000-04:00This comment has been removed by the author.Dancingirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00400203620215712439noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-49435210591411653092009-03-31T09:38:00.000-04:002009-03-31T09:38:00.000-04:00I use to be serious about poetry but lost the love...I use to be serious about poetry but lost the love for it a long time ago. I use to write these triolet poems but as my love for poetry went out the window so did those poems. However, I am getting that love back and have been working on these poems again. On another note I love these blog you should allow people to subscribe to it and also to follow you.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-32253246541627055152009-03-30T13:19:00.000-04:002009-03-30T13:19:00.000-04:00My First Try. A Small One. Hope you like it:Here a...My First Try. A Small One. Hope you like it:<BR/><BR/>Here am I <BR/>Back to you<BR/>Ready to fly<BR/>Here am I <BR/>Will give it a try<BR/>To get to you<BR/>Here am I <BR/>Back to you!<BR/><BR/><A HREF="http://tanwrites.blogspot.com/" REL="nofollow">Thus Wrote Tan!</A>Tanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07613642883793373191noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-75064036059926963732009-03-26T23:08:00.000-04:002009-03-26T23:08:00.000-04:00I'm late and I ran out of time, but here's what I ...I'm late and I ran out of time, but here's what I came up with so far:<BR/><BR/>How marvelous that birds sing, <BR/>sprouts unfurl, grasses green.<BR/>Buzzing bees announce Spring.<BR/>How marvelous that birds sing.<BR/><BR/>Bright blue morning, dappled wing.<BR/>glint of sun, budding scene.<BR/>How marvelous that birds sing.<BR/>Sprouts unfurl, grasses green.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-25024983229938156522009-03-26T05:38:00.000-04:002009-03-26T05:38:00.000-04:00Sorry I forgot to leave my link http://theweekthat...Sorry I forgot to leave my link http://theweekthatwas.wordpress.com/2009/03/26/monday-poetry-stretch-triolet/Jacqueline Dovehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18173286368386721724noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-82371847826910910122009-03-26T05:37:00.000-04:002009-03-26T05:37:00.000-04:00Thanks Tricia, once again for the task. I find the...Thanks Tricia, once again for the task. I find the specific guidelines very helpful. You can find my poetry stretch over at Neverending story. Chao Jacqueline.Jacqueline Dovehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18173286368386721724noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-48678129377214964532009-03-25T03:10:00.000-04:002009-03-25T03:10:00.000-04:00My first try :Marriages are made in heavens above,...My first try :<BR/><BR/>Marriages are made in heavens above,<BR/>ours could have been perfect too<BR/>If you just knew to value my love.<BR/>Marriages are made in heaven above,<BR/>you held my heart like hands in glove<BR/>each time my soul wanted to touch you.<BR/>Marriages are made in heaven above,<BR/>ours could have been perfect too..<BR/><BR/><BR/>posted @ http://Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-3888460409927769612009-03-24T02:51:00.000-04:002009-03-24T02:51:00.000-04:00I love triolets, though I hesitate to put wordplay...I love triolets, though I hesitate to put wordplay up after Jane's poem of grief. Still, poetry takes us all directions, so I'll go with where it took me. And this isn't completely silly - there's something meaningful at the center of it, I hope. It's called "A Duo of Triolets" - (gosh, I'm not sure the formatting will hold on this - the lines look to me like Julie https://www.blogger.com/profile/12811523890920763782noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-56431182453099845902009-03-23T22:54:00.000-04:002009-03-23T22:54:00.000-04:00Here's my attempt:ROCK CONCERT PREMIEREThe guitar ...Here's my attempt:<BR/><BR/>ROCK CONCERT PREMIERE<BR/><BR/>The guitar chords blast,<BR/>the bass pounds in my chest.<BR/>My glad heart beats fast.<BR/>The guitar chords blast.<BR/>I forget my past.<BR/>I rock with the best.<BR/>The guitar chords blast, <BR/>the bass pounds in my chest.Kelly Polarkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10968381456100611120noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-39937678724243230252009-03-23T12:13:00.000-04:002009-03-23T12:13:00.000-04:00Little Triolet with ToiletMarcel Duchamp he had hi...Little Triolet with Toilet<BR/><BR/>Marcel Duchamp he had his fun<BR/>Fur-rimmed cups for drinking tea <BR/>The Fountain critics chose to shun<BR/>Marcel Duchamp, he had his fun<BR/>In time his eye/intellect had won<BR/>But his Selavy art still startles me<BR/>Marcel Duchamp he had his fun<BR/>Fur-rimmed cups for drinking tea!<BR/><BR/>(composed in comments in the spirit of spontaneous writing tesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14651702526007175517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-13898292148446062242009-03-23T12:06:00.000-04:002009-03-23T12:06:00.000-04:00Jane Yolen never ceases to amaze me. In just a fe...Jane Yolen never ceases to amaze me. In just a few short lines, she's captured something we all feel when we lose a loved one.<BR/><BR/>I've used her books in my classroom for grades K-8. Her writing for adults is just as emotionally packed. In in awe of her writing.Lindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01786457482835741494noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-50751863479693147972009-03-23T11:04:00.000-04:002009-03-23T11:04:00.000-04:00And this one's goofy: Spaetzle TrioletAnd this one's goofy: <A HREF="http://knockingfrominside.blogspot.com/2008/12/spaetzle-triolet.html" REL="nofollow">Spaetzle Triolet</A>Tiel Aisha Ansarihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03994169558252043919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-1728926072057169412009-03-23T11:03:00.000-04:002009-03-23T11:03:00.000-04:00Been a while since I've been by here, so I'm bring...Been a while since I've been by here, so I'm bringing a double helping! This one's serious <A HREF="http://knockingfrominside.blogspot.com/2009/02/savanna-dust.html" REL="nofollow">Savanna Dust</A>Tiel Aisha Ansarihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03994169558252043919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-42495113270046804882009-03-23T10:38:00.000-04:002009-03-23T10:38:00.000-04:00Been working on this all morning and finally letti...Been working on this all morning and finally letting it go. AS Ciradi used to say, "A poem is never finished, it's abandoned."<BR/><BR/><BR/>This is the morning after his death<BR/>Though three years in the past.<BR/>I watched him take his final breath,<BR/>But this is the morning after his death.<BR/>There is no height, nor underneath,<BR/>There is no slow, there is no fast,<BR/>Only this janeyolenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15396863710083180775noreply@blogger.com