I like tackling form poetry as a rule, but the triolet has always escaped me. It's ten after eleven so I have left myself with exactly fifty minutes to write, blog, and post. Why oh why oh why must I torture myself like this! ? !
Triolets are "eight-line poems involve repeating lines and a tight rhyme scheme. The repetitions and rhymes can lend themselves to humorous poems, as well as to poems expressing dramatic or sorrowful moods" according to NaPoWriMo. Near as I can make out, the rhyme scheme is ABAAABAB. Kind of makes you wonder if you could write one about ABBA. Hmmm. Let's call it
Fernando, Francesco, whatever your name
you come to me now in dreams not my bidding
you played me hard but I wasn't a game
nor was I the person you thought you could tame
after you left I was never the same
you said you'd be back but I knew you were kidding
well, look at you now; you're dead—what a shame
and all that you left is a newspaper clipping.
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There. About to post. Ten minutes to spare. My new byline? "It ain't Shakespeare but it's fun!"
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