The Hard Truth (a Troilet)

Everything born must die,
Everything started must end.
No one will ever truly know why,
Everything born must die.
Salt stains skin from tears we cry,
Silence answers the prayers we send.
Everything born must die,
Everything started must end.

6/4/18

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Burning Flame (a troilet)

Candle flame brightly burned,
Extinguished, blackened; cold.
Through the seasons as they turned
Candle flame brightly burned,
Illuminating lessons learned:
Not always doing as you’re told.
Candle flame brightly burned,
Extinguished, blackened; cold.

4/13/17

Poem #15 for National Poetry Writing Month (aka #NaPoWriMo)

Alone (a Troilet)

Isolated, alone, even in a crowd.
Silent, quiet, but not without something to say,
Darkened corner, a solitary shroud,
Isolated, alone, even in a crowd.
Bent by the crushing weight of darkness: bowed,
Salty tears, could there be no other way?
Isolated, alone, even in a crowd.
Silent, quiet, but not without something to say.

4/3/17

My first attempt at a troilet.

Poem #4 for National Poetry Writing Month (aka #NaPoWriMo)