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Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Eighty-Two Weeks

Although this triolet didn't win when I submitted it to Dogwood Publication's poetry contest in September 2014, I still really like this triolet.


Eighty-Two Weeks
Jessica Marie

It’s amazing how time flies after eighty-two weeks—
since I told you secrets and your hugs held me close,
the snow quickly creeps and in the whiteness you sneak,
it’s amazing how time flies after eighty-two weeks!
Death is an amazing robber! Warm kisses on the cheeks
instantly gone, as are the escarole soup scents to the nose;
it’s amazing how time flies after eighty-two weeks—

time holds no secrets on how much I miss having you so close!



I think I might add to it - maybe I'll make it a double triolet. :D What do you think?

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