Widow’s Fire. A Triolet.

The fire burns brighter in the morning
In the night the fuel is all but spent
If only we had heeded the warning
The fire burns brighter in the morning

The widows are all mourning
No one predicted their bent
The fire burns brighter in the morning
In the night -the fuel is all but spent.

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Try Harder. A Triolet.

I’m hardly trying is what he used to say
Life’s mysteries were like and open book
I wish I were him on this day
I’m hardly trying is what he used to say

I can hardly keep them at bay
The same people that always look
I’m hardly trying. Is what he used to say
Life’s mysteries… Were like an open book.

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Years. A Triolet.

Years go by and I wonder why
Things have never changed all that much
I look ahead and then I sigh
Years go by, and I wonder why

You, all those years ago, said goodbye
All the time at Wim, a touch of Dutch
Years go by and I wonder why
Things have never changed much.

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Midwinter’s Night. A Triolet.

It’s winter time and the streets are cold at night.
Even though the snow doesn’t fall.
Times are tough and resources are tight.
It’s winter time and the streets are cold at night!

It gets so dark that it blinds your sight!
Nothing could be done all in all.
It’s winter time -and the streets are cold at night!
Even though the snow doesn’t fall.

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Paradigm. A Triolet.

Paradigms shift, the world tries to save itself

We think we can adjust, but nothing stays the same

Ingloriously we drive ourselves to the last shelf

Paradigms shift. The world Tries to save itself

 

Let loose on the world, we think nothing can change oneself

At the very least, we can say we played that game

Paradigms shift. The world -Tries to save itself

We think we can. Adjust; but nothing. Stays the same.

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Maybe I’ll See You Again One Day.

Suddenly, what I thought last week doesn’t matter anymore

My view of the world turned on its side

What I thought I knew, now I’m not so sure

To my old way of thinking I cannot abide

I thought I knew everything about nothing

And suddenly you were there

Smiling at me across the room

Eyes glittering with reckless abandon

You kept looking again and again

I thought I was unattractive

Old and worn, a week from my fortieth birthday

I wish I had a spine

To say hello and then something sublime

The look of you took my breath away

My heart jumped in my chest

And I wish I had something to say

So I just listened to my Walkman brand Mp3 player

And wondered how I could cross the room

And say hello to you there, dressed in layers

You caught my attention, I was absentmindedly looking

Buried in my thoughts of my fortieth birthday

I don’t look a day over twenty three

Maybe I’ll see you again one day

It’s hard to say in a City the size of this

You smile was resplendent, and I wished I could say hey

Maybe I’ll see you again one day.

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Insinuation. A Triolet.

Thinking of another way to fall into your graces
I try to find a way to recreate myself
Introspective I imagine all of the places
Thinking of another way, to fall into your graces

Self-conscious its like I wear braces
In my fantasies I wish I were a high elf
Thinking of another way -to fall into your graces
I try to find a way -to recreate myself.

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