Thursday, December 6, 2007

I'm a triolet!

What poetry form are you?



If they told you I'm mad, then they lied.
I'm odd, but it isn't compulsive.
I'm the triolet, bursting with pride;
If they told you I'm mad, then they lied.
No, it isn't obsessive. Now hide
All the spoons or I might get convulsive.
If they told you I'm mad then they lied.
I'm odd, but it isn't compulsive.
What Poetry Form Are You?
at

1 comment:

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)

Grief

Grief is a silent, indisious destroyer. Grief is a noisy explosion. Grief is a dark, dank pit with no way out. Grief is huge and overwhel...

  • For Tom
    Saw this pic and I HAD TO post it here for Tom, just in case he didn't see it elsewhere. Hope this brightens your day a bit, buddy - an...
  • What I believe - and what I realized
    I believe a lot of things. For example, I believe that people use the English language very imprecisely. I heard someone on the radio this...
  • Flying Solo
    Well, so to speak. I'm back to work (week 2!) and, due to some things around home that need attending, Kev stayed home this week. So, ...