Pandemic

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I don’t know your slipping away.
I don’t know you but numbers grow
With your decrease. We are afraid,
I don’t know your slipping away
While loved ones mourn. I just stay
Home, my only purpose, to sew.
I don’t know your slipping away.
I don’t know you, but numbers grow.

 

Author’s Note:

Today a triolet: – a poem of eight lines, typically of eight syllables each, rhyming abaaabab and so structured that the first line recurs as the fourth and seventh and the second as the eighth.

From Na/GloPoWriMo;

For today’s prompt (optional, as always), I’d like to challenge you to write a triolet. These eight-line poems involve repeating lines and a tight rhyme scheme. The repetitions and rhymes can lend themselves to humorous poems, as well as to poems expressing dramatic or sorrowful moods. And sometimes the repetitions can be used in deceptive ways, by splitting the words in a given line into different sentences, and making subtle changes, as in this powerful triolet by Sandra McPherson.

NaPoWRiMo – DAY 2

Breath                                                                        

Do not languish on your voyage as memories are made of this
A simple promise of lavender breath, silk slipping to the floor
A drop of wine, a garden path, the loosening of my bodice
Do not languish on your voyage as memories are made of this
A tender kiss and gentle touch, a pair never to dismiss
So stay your course upon the waters and soon you’ll be ashore
Do not languish on your voyage as memories are made of this
A simple promise of lavender breath, silk slipping to the floorImage

Author’s Note:
Today’s prompt from NaPoWriMo 2012 was to find the song that was number one on the charts on the day you were born and use it in any form or any piece of it to write your poem. My song is Memories Are Made of This by Dean Martin. I didn’t listen to it before I wrote the poem, only after. I guess there’s only so much you can do with a title like that.
However, I didn’t get a chance to write using yesterday’s idea. It was to write a triolet. It is a rhymed poem in the form of ABaAabAB. The NaPoWriMo site gives examples and I wanted to try my hand at it.
So, the above poem is a triolet based on the song that was number one on the charts on the day I was born.