This time I might discover life
Accepting death a golden scheme Well squeeze moist eyes; uplift soft sighs
This time I might discover life
Repeats no points for bitter pride
To not break down—my goal it seems This time I might discover life
Accepting death a golden scheme
Would you like to hear me read this Triolet?
A, B, a, A, a, b, A, B (iambic)
*The above photograph courtesy of UK photographer Fee Easton. Fee was interviewed on One Shoot Sunday.
What a fantastic photo to accompany this most frustrating of forms (for me anyway!) The reading was beautiful, and in that acceptance, golden, life is truly discovered and lived. Wow…I really, truly enjoyed this today…thank you
It seems on Flash Friday that the first person to comment on GMan’s work calls “Yahtzee!” So in my case, thanks for the Uno! lol I’d say thanks for Gin! But that would mean something else entirely. Cheers, Tasha
You’ve done the hardest part of a triolet superbly here adam, adding that little twist in the middle that tilts the meaning of the last couplet and resets the poem. This is a very condensed, focused way to write, and often gets bland-ified by the repetition. Not so here, every word sharp and carrying full weight. Good stuff, and a beautiful photo to illustrate it, also.
I don’t know a thing about a triolet or how challenging this must have been, Adam. All I know is that I think you have written about what I like about us more than anything else. We seem to have the ability to find the best from the worst and live to face another day.
A lovely triolet, Adam! Really like the enjambment a lot! The struggle to accept and surrender here is palpable as that sunset in the amazing photo that accompanies this. And “golden scheme” is definitely worthy of the repetition. Fine, fine writing!
In reading it felt like one of my favorite poets (My fair Emily… a love affair of old). It has that gentle pang that her work so often did… But it has a robustness that’s all you. I’ve come to really enjoy your way with phrasing.
This one verse is quite close to my thinking that I have been voicing all over my poetry… I liked the take you have taken about life…. The acceptance of Death is very beautiful percept of Buddhism as well as Hindu philosphy though they differ in their understanding a lot. I also enjoyed your way, how to live within this parameter of acceptance as well as the slight indication of rebirth within your words…
‘This time I might discover life’
I enjoyed it immensely… Beautiful.
oops! the first sentence of my previous comment was supposed to be ~
it’s not surprising with the situation in Japan, but it is interesting how it seems to be affecting poets ~ i’ve seen several poems already this morning with the theme of life and death.
Death as a “golden scheme” is one of those paradoxes that seem to make no sense on its face, but contains more than a kernel of truth. This is very nice work, especially given the restrictions of the triolet.
Well said, Adam.. embracing the pain and sadness and leveraging it to help us move forward is the best way to go about it.. After all, without pain, there is no joy.. and without a glimpse of death, there is no meaning for life..
You have expressed this beautifully here.. Kudos, my friend..
This captures the complex mix of emotions that engulfs us when we’re womped on the head with mortality, and that somehow we’ve escaped death this time around. I find the hopefulness in this to be very uplifting which, in a way, is like being handed a clean slate.
A difficult form to illicit a smooth flow, but you have done it well here Adam. And I thank you for visiting me at my blog earlier. Your presence, and eloquent reading of your own poem, remind me that I should ask you what widget or program you use for your readings. Sometimes hearing a poem just changes or adds so much and it can be well worth a capture.
A very thought provoking line, Adam. You are a teacher introducing new
(to me) forms of poetry while laying out intricate lines that leave me challenged to think about the important things in life…thanks.