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
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.
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
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