Your heart, frosted, to stall the decay.
"The selfishness paints me red," she muttered.
panic sets in, surrounding me with grey
your heart, frosted, to stall the decay.
The cold only increases my dismay
fiction is easy; real life is cluttered
your heart, frosted, to stall the decay
"The selfishness paints me red," she muttered.
7 comments:
"fiction is easy; real life is cluttered" -- and triolets are hard -- to try a triolet froma wordle challenge?! -- brave move!
BEE yoo tuh fully executed. Your best yet!
Thank you Marie.
Viz, are you just saying that to be nice?
I love this poem it is pretty. Thanks for sharing.
Pamela
Terrific triolet. It's strong and real!
Thank you Pamela and Ms. Tumblewords for fantastic comments.
I hope the meaning of this triolet is clear.
I must seem nicer in print than in person.
I'm real direct.
I rarely flatter (Leos only like to flatter ourselves).
I am the person in the poetry workshop that people cringe & get nervous b4 I say anything b/c it's usually so blunt.
So yes ma'am,
I really mean it.
Not being nice.
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