My Heart Not Knows
by Pete Marshall
My heart not knows where love will lie
Upon a cursed & ravaged bed
And storms will rage in darkened skies
My heart not knows where love will lie
No longer touched by waking eyes
A love is spurned as words are said
My heart not knows where love will lie
Upon a cursed & ravaged bed
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Its Triolet Day at One Stop Poetry, hosed by Shan Hendry. This is my attempt at tackling this form.
20 comments:
This is a great Triolet Pete, written in tetrameter and the iambs are spot on. Didn't expect any less from you. Excellent choice of refrains too. Thanks for having a pop!
This was quite good.
A wickedly stormy triolet
and the refrains just ache.
Well done.
This is lovely, Pete.
lol nice work, pete. and I noticed, too, you used the term, "attempt" like I. :) I think your attempt's better :)
Monty / bum
yet we reach through the thorns...
the method and the message work for me
Peace, hp
Great job with the form, and I really like it!!!
Haunting repetition in your Troilet. I like it.
A poetry worth to be read.Nice
A wonderfully evocative piece. The repetitious lines are haunting.
Another great piece on the depths of love and its questions....very well do and thoughtout Peter...loved it...bkm
my heart was stilled as I held my breath. Your words froze time.
beautifully done
thank you
Beautifully done !!
dark, & very capturing poem. well done pete!
The second refrain is just gorgeous!
Excellent Pete.
I know a bed like that one... very evocative triolet.
Thank you.
My triolet
I love your triolet, pete. The words just roll off my tongue...your poetry is so fluid, even within the constraint of a specific form. Hope you are well.
Very well written. :)
loved reading it. all the best.
Deep and questioning. Great write.
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