#OctPoWriMo Day 25/ Saturday Mix: Poem – Triolet – “Waves and White Sandy Beaches” #SaturdayMix #poetry #amwriting


OctPoWriMo Day 25 has prompt them on satisfaction and delicious food. Also, combining with Sarah of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie Saturday Mix Prompt on opposing words.  The words are above and below and shallow and deep from the October 14, 2027 Prompt. 

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“ Triolet is a traditional poetry form that consists of one stanza that is eight lines long. It has the rhyme scheme ABaAabAB, in which the first, fourth and seventh lines are the same and the second and eighth line are the same.

In the example, we show you how this breaks down, and show you the rhyme scheme:
Line 1 (A): Take me back to those yesterdays. Line 2 (B): When love, and life and I was new Line 3 (a): and full of easy, girl-child ways. Line 4 (A): Take me back to those yesterdays Line 5 (a): before carefree lost to lean-hipped sway Line 6. (b): before I gave me, stained-red to you. Line 7 (A): Take me back to those yesterdays, Line 8 (B): When love and life I was new.”

(Herheartpoetry.com) 

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 Gazing above to warm white sand beaches. 

Waves lullabies in the shallows, granting rest. 

Stress below surface melts with Bellinis peach. 

Gazing above to warm white sand beaches,  

Reading, wadding avoiding ocean deep

Breathing in seasurf, breezes relaxing breath. 

Gazing above to warm white sand beaches. 

Waves lullabies in the shallows, granting rest. 

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Day 27 – NaPoWriMo/A to Z Challenge/SPF: Poem – Triolet – “Taste of Spring” #poetry #NaPoWriMo #AtoZChallenge #flashfiction


Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is a “challenge . . . to write a poem that explores your sense of taste! This could be a poem about food, or wine, or even the oddly metallic sensation of a snowflake on your tongue.” Also thanks to Alistair Forbes for hosting Sunday Photo Fiction. For the A to Z Challenge, today’s GoodRead’s letter is the letter X. 


SPF Tree, Vines
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“I could recognise his soul in mine as much as he could find me in his. Our sole existences seemed to have been for this very moment when nothing else mattered.” X. Williamson (Distract My Hunger)


They air outside was warm, the taste of spring sprung,

Lilacs on my lips, flavor of crisp leaves.

In the garden, scent of spring on my tongue.

The air outside was warm, the taste of spring sprung.

Inhaling soft florals, fragrance in my lungs.

Breathing in and out, tastes chase what I’m grieving.

The air outside was warm, the taste of spring sprung,

Lilacs on my lips, flavor of crisp leaves.


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Poem: Triolet – ” Lughai: the many shades of Blue ” #wordhighjuly #amwriting #poetry



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Blues, shades, tones, tints, expressions had.

Lughai the colour, or feeling, 

How it is when you’re depressed, sad.

Blues, shades, tones, tints, expressions had.

But Lughai is also peace glad.

Tranquility, hope which truth sees.

Blues, shades, tones, tints, expressions had.

Lughai the colour, or feeling.

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Room of serenity, heart peace.

Feeling safe, forever at rest.

Lughai I feel, time it ceases.

Room of serenity, heart peace.

Place in mind, trouble releases.

Nothing bothersome, no life pests.

Room of serenity, heart peace.

Feeling safe, forever at rest.

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Painting canvasses all blue, 

Choose your shade, change the Lughai.

Dreams through acrylic, all see-through.

Painting canvasses all blue.

Each tint of white lightens you.

Lost in the paint, a world so fey.

Painting canvasses all blue,

Choose your shade, change the Lughai.

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Poem: Triolet – ” Being Complete” 


Thanks to The Daily Post for the prompt word incomplete.

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Puzzle at a wooden table missing pieces,

Words forgotten while talking, in instant.

Writing tests for school, answers won’t release.

Puzzle at a wooden table missing pieces,

Buying into a condo, bank won’t give lease.

Putting together wrong ingredients redundant, 

Puzzle at a wooden table missing pieces,

Words forgotten while talking, in instant.

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Moments in life where nothing fits the way it needs,

Incompleteness a feeling, we conceal,

Not feeling whole, no other half, you’ve seen —

Moments in life where nothing fits the way it needs,

Why can’t you be complete in yourself and lead,

Others to be incharge of feeling too revealed.

Moments in life where nothing fits the way it needs,

Incompleteness a feeling, we conceal.

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Be who you’ll be, don’t need acclamation.

You’re stronger then you think, a mighty Queen.

Don’t need to be grande, a strong sensation.

Be who you’ll be, don’t need acclamation,

No incompleteness here, for information.

Strength is a quality, forged unseen,

Be who you’ll be, don’t need acclamation.

You’re stronger then you think, a mighty Queen.

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Poem: Triolet – “Unknown Legacies.”


Thanks to the Daily Prompt for the word prompt legacy.

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Honestly, my plans are unknown,

I don’t know if I care to know,

Thoughts hidden in your iPhone.

Honestly, my plans are unknown,

You’ve proved your lack of thought shown,

You’re a record playing, over blown.

Honestly, my plans are unknown,

I don’t know if I care to know. 

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You’re a piece of glass broken,

Shattered words never uttered,

Crystallized glass, fast spoken.

You’re a piece of glass broken,

Stealing pieces of me, tokens —

Words wrapped in silver, sputtered,

You’re a piece of glass broken,

Shattered words, never uttered.

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Breathe of a promise whispered,

Nothing but, shifting legacies.

Disguising yourself, broken you sift.

Breathe of a promise whispered.

Liar, confuser, burnt to crisp.

Man ruined me, such legalities.

Breathe of a promised whispered.

Nothing but shifting, legacies. 

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Poem: Triolet – ” White Sand.” 


A Triolet is a poetic form consisting of only 8 lines. Within a Triolet, the 1st, 4th, and 7th lines repeat, and the 2nd and 8th lines do as well. The rhyme scheme is simple: ABaAabAB, capital letters representing the repeated lines.

Make writing a Triolet more challenging! Make each line 8 syllables in length (4 metrical feet), written in iambic tetrameter (the more common way), or try it in pentameter (English version) where each line only has 10 syllables (5 metrical feet).

Please see Shadow Poetry for more information on this poetry form.

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Thanks to the Daily Prompt for the word prompt object. My object is white sand.

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Holding, the spheres in my hand,

Observing granules shine, glint.

Beautiful things to look at, white sand.

Holding, the spheres in my hand,

To glorious to understand,

Leaving this paradise, done stint.

Holding, the spheres in my hand,

Observing granules shine, glint.

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