Su rosa azul

A Triolet, Blue flowers represent the impossible and the unattainable.

She was heavy Judging from her footprints in the mud, In this private place, Where it never rains.

She was only here briefly judging from her lost of blood which only soiled this oak tree.

The bark grew around the fingernails left embedded, The tree embraced her pains.

She was heavy Judging from her footprints in the mud, In this private place, Where it never rains.

For a woman with the whole world upon her shoulders she left very few stains.

These tear drops gave nutrients to a plant that without pressure could never be.

She was heavy Judging from her footprints in the mud, In this private place, Where it never rains.

She was only here briefly judging from her lost of blood which only soiled this oak tree.

Author's Note

this is at attempt at a triolet, I am a little old fashion.

Reviews

[M.H. Bones]

I had never heard of this style actually. I enjoy how it flows. Fantastic piece.

Already has been mentioned, but the heaviness metaphor is on point.

[Blank_fortunes]

I appreciate your read as well as your review. I don't mind things being repeated I just enjoy people letting me know how their thought on my work.

[Mari K]

I like this. A lot actually. The heaviness is such a good metaphor and to say she left so little impression, like a woman over looked. Very good write.

[Blank_fortunes]

Thank you I have no idea how I didn't see this review up here. I appreciate you appreciation of the metaphor as well.