Sunday, August 7, 2011

4th draft - Triolet

The poet's pen is a soul laid bare
Weeping tears on an empty page
Words of angst mixed with despair
The poet's pen is a soul laid bare
As to the world he must declare
The loss and grief that feeds his rage
The poet's pen is a soul laid bare
Weeping tears on an empty page





This is the last draft of this one for awhile. Now I'll set it aside and let it stew until I can see it with a clearer eye and tomorrow i will begin the next Triolet.

2 comments:

  1. Hi Merlene
    I'm really enjoying seeing how the poetry develops. Those small changes here and there can make a world of difference. Seeing the final poem only doesn't always give us an sense of appreciation of the work involve. Your idea of sharing drafts is so generous.

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For some reason I'm yet to fathom I'm unable to reply to comments left by others so thank you for dropping by and taking the time to read and comment. Merlene