Tiny feet scamper across dewy seas Firefly eyes dart amidst blades of dark green Moonlight shines softly on faces that tease Tiny feet scamper across dewy seas Bobbing and hoping between limbs of trees Teeny folk dancing that no one has seen Tiny feet scamper across dewy seas Leaving no footprints to tell where they've been.
My first Triolet I used the .pentameter (English version) where each line only has 10 syllables
rummaging through oceans stirring storms spiralling wind currents spinning aequoreal threads into cerulean fabric hemmed with alabaster lace crashing in leaps n' bounds washing over crystal grains
Love never dies Love never falters Once it has spoken Love is yours Love never fades Love never alters Hearts may get broken Love endures Hearts may get broken Love endures
I imagine poets sitting in bed Crumpled blankets and flannel Untidy hair and untidy thoughts I imagine poets laying in bed Knowing that foot to floor Is the surrender, again The rush of the world That rips away the poet’s palette I imagine poets refusing to surrender Writing poems On how the blankets lay in repose....