dVerse Poets – Triversen

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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

Friday Fictioneers

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***

Joe looked at the mess, sighing. How many times had he come home, hoping to have a quiet home cooked meal and find this? “Ronda! Where are you? Why did you leave this mess here? I am tired and just want dinner!”

Ronda slithered out from the bedroom wearing discreetly placed globs of dough and whispered, “I spent all afternoon preparing it for you.”

Joe had to smile.

***

23 August 2024

Transport

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oh yes, let it happen
my captain, my captain
transport me
across the seas
to a villa sitting above the beach
where billowing white linens reach
the floor near an overstuffed bed
that being said
a romantic vision
might a careless decision
be made on an evening sweet
might never see a repeat
but the ocean waves copy the rhythm
for a brief moment I am in heaven
oh yes my captain
because even then
a different journey will begin
and I am transported.

***

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