Thanks to Cara Powers (and Kelly for the lead) for creating FreeVerse to link to. Today I revive a form that vintage, that I really love; it is the triolet.
The Triolet ("triplet"), a French verse form, is a poem or a stanza of eight lines that include two rhymes and two refrains. One refrain is the repetition of the first line at the fourth line and the seventh line; this triple appearance of one line gives the Triolet its name.
My triolet today was written when I was anguishing over the happenings at Gitmo. Today, I think the same poem expresses my feelings as I watch the coverage of the devastation in Haiti, particularly since I heard a lot of insensitivity for their plight in my ordinary life today. How can people compare our level of suffering to theirs?
Here it is:
Fires of Outrage
Fires of outrage
Kindled in the shadow of apathy
Of those who stand idly by, watching as the world tips, then tumbles.
Fires of outrage
Self-inflicted despair dancing with irony
Cursing ourselves for seeking hope; a thing of the past.
Fires of outrage
Kindled in the shadow of apathy.
Fires of outrage
Kindled in the shadow of apathy
Of those who stand idly by, watching as the world tips, then tumbles.
Fires of outrage
Self-inflicted despair dancing with irony
Cursing ourselves for seeking hope; a thing of the past.
Fires of outrage
Kindled in the shadow of apathy.
