Day Four


I hear the snow this winter morn,
a silent breath before my dawn.
Her flakes embroidered to adorn,
I hear the snow this winter morn.
Earth dons her apron newly born
while spring awaits and plays the pawn.
I hear the snow this winter morn
a silent breath before my dawn.


I like the challenge NaPorWriMo gives me. It makes me write in ways I never do. It breaks me out of my comfort zone and I kick my fear of failure aside.

Today is a rhymed and metered challenge. My words are always stifled and feel trite. But I give it a go. It always makes me a better writer.

This poem is a bit better than most. I try to get the thoughts to carry over to the following line, but I’m still hyper focused on rhyme and meter. But I see progress. Yay!

Here is the prompt: “And now here’s another prompt drawn from our archives – and, as usual, optional! Today, let’s try writing triolets. A triolet is an eight-line poem. All the lines are in iambic tetramenter (for a total of eight syllables per line), and the first, fourth, and seventh lines are identical, as are the second and final lines. This means that the poem begins and ends with the same couplet. Beyond this, there is a tight rhyme scheme (helped along by the repetition of lines) — ABaAabAB.”

3 thoughts on “Winter

  1. You did a great job with this poetic form. I did not sense forced or trite rhyme. I used to know a man who wrote sonnets in the evening. He said following the rules was like a puzzle with words and he found it more interesting than doing crossword puzzles.

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