Salvaged

Graffiti Art (Vichollinsart)

No answers come when I reflect,

that all are saved and all are wrecked

and faith requires genuflect.

No answers come when I reflect,

that ashes lie below all flames,

and we are nothing without names.

No answers come when I reflect,

that all are saved and all are wrecked.

© khartless 2018, All Rights Reserved


An early attempt at a triolet (a poem of eight lines, typically of eight syllables each, rhyming abaaabab and so structured that the first line recurs as the fourth and seventh and the second as the eighth). Does spring bring out experimental forms in anyone else?

22 comments

  1. Excellent new poetry style! 🙂 The triple recurring lines really emphasises the message and the repetition at the end is a great way to round it off. Looking forward to more in future! 🌻 🐝

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  2. The triolet seems to bring out the melancholy in the verse – you’ve written it beautifully. Spring does give us a shake doesn’t it? Peel off the layers and see what’s lurking underneath 🌻.

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