Maydays: Poem – San San – “Secrets on Paper, Deceitful Truths.” #Maydays #amwriting


Thank you to K.L. Caley of new2writing for all of the #Maydays prompts. Please go into the link provided and give her a follow! Today’s prompt has to do with secrets and I’m going to do an eight line poem called a san san which repeats, three times, each of three terms or images. The eight lines rhyme in the pattern a-b-c-a-b-d-c-d.


I’ll write you my secrets if you write me —

Yours; we’ll scribble them on note paper, you’ll–

Read my deceitful sins and I’ll read yours.

When we’re done sharing secrets we’ll burn free —

Our twisted minds; smoke curling paper fuel, 

Deceit decaying flames –snatching your truth.

That’s why I’ve paper unburned, secrets yours.

Deceit in me shares secrets; you’ve no proof.


You thought I gave secrets, you thought from me–

You tore out a page, paper hiding fuel, 

Cunning deceit, saw I in you, I tore —

Up my true secrets and gave you shallow dreams.

You’re not to be trusted on paper; you’re cruel, 

Telling all deceitfully; no real proof.

So I lied to you and your paper rules.

Keeping my secrets safe; my deceit is truth.


©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.


NaPoWriMo: Poem – San San – “Measure of Time” 


And last but not least, our (optional) prompt! Today’s prompt comes to us from TJ Kearney, who invites us to try a eight-line poem called a san san, which means “three three” in Chinese (It’s also a term of art in the game Go). The san san has some things in common with the tritina, including repetition and rhyme. In particular, the san san repeats, three times, each of three terms or images. The seven lines rhyme in the pattern a-b-c-a-b-d-c-d.

For more information please see NaPoWriMo.


Years passing swiftly, games of play drifting.

The measuring of time, not considered passing.

We’re in the moment, giving our energy here.

Play drifting, time through the sands spent sifting.

Quietly measuring time, loved ones dying fast.

Memories assault us and we’re making new ones.

Missing those gone, but in the moment having no fear.

Passing each day, choosing wisely, we run.


Sun always rises, something we depend on.

Bringer of hope, world constantly changing.

Each morning arise, handling each moment.

Each day, sun always rises, today gone.

Find bringers of hope, time we exchange.

Ultimate hope founded in our heavenly home.

Sleeping and morning arises, new day spent.

World finite, cared for above as we roam.


©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.