Around and Down

Triolet: a poem of eight lines ABaAabAB (the first line recurs as the fourth and seventh and the second as the eighth.) Punctuation can vary between all lines. A very uncommon type of poem

Around and down, the endless pain,

We play life’s game

In which we came (without fair aim)

Around and down. The endless pain

Brought on this lane

To find your name (forth from the rain

Around and down). The endless pain,

We play life’s game.

Author's Note

Triolet:
a poem of eight lines
ABaAabAB (the first line recurs as the fourth and seventh and the second as the eighth.)
Punctuation can vary between all lines. A very uncommon type of poem

Reviews

[light and ashes]

Hit me kind of hard, because I know a lot about stuck in this type of seemingly endless cycle.....that being said I loved it.