Tuesday, April 23, 2013

NaPoWriMo #23: Grey Clouds

Today I want to be alone.
Grey clouds hang on the brow of May.
An old dog gnaws upon its bone.
Today I want to be alone.
And ponder feelings of my own.
I wish the birds would go away.
Today I want to be alone.
Grey clouds hang on the brow of May.

--April 23, 2013

Prompt: A triolet: an eight-lined poem in iambic tretamenter (eight syllables). The first, fourth, and seventh line are identical.  The second and last line are identical.  The rhyme scheme should go ABaAabAB.

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