A photo of two cute cows licking each others faces in my hotel room was the inspiration behind a Triolet poem that I wrote on holiday last week. For the unaccustomed, here is some information about the Triolet.

French form. Syllabic (in English parody, accentually syllabic). A poem consisting of a single Octave turning on two rhymes. It is built on two refrains: line one reappears as line four and again as line seven; line two reappears as line eight, completing the poem. The triolet rhymes ABaAaBaAB. Lines can be of any single length.

Triolet in the Hotel Salzano

I swipe my tongue with love across your face

For this how we bovines show our love

Now that our toffee faces interlace

I swipe my tongue with love across your face

Familiar and countrified your taste

You are the doe-eyed maiden I dream of

I swipe my tongue with love…

Everyday that passes,
we are getting closer
and we need to wake up
all those who are dozers.

For the return of the Lord,
is drawing nearer . . .
with the passing of time
it’s become ever clearer.

Each hour that ticks by,
is just a minute sooner
when Jesus will come back
to be the world’s ruler.

We need to alert those,
who are still sleeping
of the teeth gnashing
in the place of weeping.

Everyday that passes,
every hour that ticks by . . .
brings us closer to seeing
Jesus coming back in the sky!

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Romans 13:11

And that, knowing the time,
that now it is high time to
awake out of sleep:
for now is our salvation nearer
than when we believed.

Matthew 25:30

And cast ye the unprofitable
servant into outer darkness:
there shall be weeping and
gnashing of teeth.

King James Version

Whilst on our mini break last week I took the time to experiment with some poetic forms. It is always fun to take on a challenge and today’s Rimas Dissolutas was just that. Here are a few words about this form:

Originally French. Sylllabic. Lines can be of any single length and there can be any number of lines in a stanza. Lines within a stanza do not rhyme, but corresponding lines in subsequent stanzas do rhyme.

Late Afternoon in Interlaken

There is a glare upon the sprinkled peaks

I gaze with satisfaction at the day

Your fluffy lime-green cushion like the trees

You sink into the valleys of your mind

The pines pop up in picture-perfect strokes

Observing beauty is a sacred act

It’s comfortable to sit and not to speak

The silence holds so much we cannot say

We have to snatch the moments calm like these

For…

There’s a war going on,
between God’s Kingdom
and the evil forces trying
to take away our freedom.

It’s a conflict of dominance,
of making good out of evil
fought by those who openly
want to make sinfulness legal.

The powers from up high,
are out to destroy you
by making you do and say
things you do not want to.

The battleground is dark,
to the mind dangerous
the arena is hyper-political
to the soul treacherous.

There’s a war going on,
the consequences are dire
it’s a choice of eternal life . . .
or one filled with hell’s fire!

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Romans 13:12-14

The night is far spent,
the day is at hand:
let us therefore cast off
the works of darkness,
and let us put on the
armour of light.

Let us walk honestly,
as in the day;
not in rioting and
drunkenness,
not in chambering and
wantonness,

As I strolled back home yesterday evening I recalled the amazing coaching session I had out in nature with my own coach yesterday. We spent part of the session hugging a very large tree (no surprises there!) and I remembered all over again how much love and acceptance I feel out in nature and returned to write the following poem.

Rightfulness

No tree will ever make you wrong

No leaf will ever judge you

No bird will try to sing your song

No butterflies begrudge you

No sun will ever dim your light

The moonlight will not dull you

Belonging is a human right

Allow the breeze to lull you

No tree will ever make you wrong

No beach will ever hate ya

For life is short and you’re among

good company in nature