4/365: Measuring the Minutes

I measure the minutes I've stood by this kettle
to wait for the water's boiling to bubble;
I search for the centre upon which I can settle.
I measure the minutes I've stood by this kettle
parsing the worry that I've lost my mettle,
but, finding no solace for all of my trouble,
I measure the minutes I've stood by this kettle
to wait for the water's boiling to bubble.
 

The above poem is my first triolet. It is a very sad example of a triolet, but I get an E for effort, and there's no turning back now, anyway.

A triolet has an ABaAabAB structure, and it works like this:

  • Line 1 is repeated in lines 4 and 7.
  • Line 2 is repeated in line 8.
  • Lines 3 and 5 rhyme with the repeated line in 1, 4, and 7.
  • Line 6 rhymes with the repeated line in 2 and 8. 

If you attempt your own triolet, you are very brave. Anyone who writes one and posts it in the comments gets my adoration.


I am writing one poem every day in 2016, and I am using the hashtag #365poems to document my progress.