Here are the basic rules:
*Three-line stanzas (Tercets). Each tercet is a sentence.
- The tercets are grammatical, and they are broken by breaths,
the accents and rhythms of normal speech—two to four beats per line. Unrhymed
The ideal length is 18 lines or 6 stanzas, but even Williams did not always follow that rule.
Ideally, each line is two to four beats, or stressed syllable (not total syllables). Williams disliked iambic pentameter, but others have written Triversen poems with more beats.
So, for today’s challenge, write a Triversen poem, following the rules above–at least make your poem unrhymed tercets with each stanza making a sentence. It can be on any subject. But I know sometimes it’s easier with some sort of theme. One suggestion might be to look around wherever you are and write about something in the room (as in Williams’ wallpaper), or write a poem about the view from your window.
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RED
The colored stripes,
a bright color scheme
with red, red, the base
–
A curtain’s valance with
ruffled edges, and
red , red stripes
–
Atop the window, seen
red, red, takes the eye
with gold and orange stripes
–
Table cloth also has
red, red and other stripes,
with softer colored hues
–
Kitchen has red, red
towels, oven pads, plus
small appliances too
–
My mother loved red,
red, also my choice, a loving
reminder with color.
***
Meeting the Bar: Triversen
The beauty of memory’s collision
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It became powerful as a personal memory, yes.
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I appreciate your commenting
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cool! 🙂 ✌🏼🫶🏼
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A lovely poem and tribute to your mother’s favourite colour (and yours).
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Thanks for reading
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The sudden switch to the personal in the last tercet hits home like a stiletto after all the repetitions of red, Cheryl…
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Okay ☺️
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I enjoyed your colourful triversen, Cheryl, and the way you focused on and repeated red in the different aspects of a room, and tied it all up with the memory of your mother in the final stanza.
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Thank you
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You’re welcome, Cheryl.
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Awesome poem Cheryl! 🙂 I did not attempt this one! 😛
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😂
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Brilliant poetry Cheryl
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The repetition of “red, red” really makes me see the color–and it’s not a pale red, it’s vibrant, pulsing red.
Isn’t it funny about color? Our dining room is red, but the kitchen is yellow. My mom’s kitchen was yellow, my daughter’s kitchen is yellow, and our bedrooms are blue.
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Yes. It’s a reminder
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Yes, it is. 🙂
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