An autumn kiss blew disaster.
His face and hands bespoke the fall;
Notes of mint and loss came after.
An autumn kiss blew disaster.
His leaving left, undone, faster.
Another season came, no call.
An autumn kiss blew disaster.
His face and hands bespoke, the fall.
Day 4 of #NaPoWriMo
Another fantastic prompt!
Today is a Triolet: an eight-line poem. All the lines are in iambic tetramenter (for a total of eight syllables per line), and the first, fourth, and seventh lines are identical, as are the second and final lines. This means that the poem begins and ends with the same couplet. Beyond this, there is a tight rhyme scheme (helped along by the repetition of lines) — ABaAabAB.
One of my favorites:
Thomas Hardy
How Great My Grief
2 thoughts on “His Leaving Left — Day 4”
Very well done.
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