I see your face in the morning shadows
your lost voice echoing in the abyss
the memory sharp like a bramble rose
I see your face in the morning shadows
autumn’s gold curves in its final death throes
as fate and the future meet in a kiss
I see your face in the morning shadows
your lost voice echoing in the abyss

Image credit; Adam Bixby @ Unsplash
Both the image and the prompt word (MISS) inspired the same feeling in me: a sense of loss. So, sorry for the melancholy, but I did enjoy the process! Thanks to the following:
Having fun with the Triolet this week. According to
https://bysarahwhiley.wordpress.com/
A Triolet is an 8-line poem where lines repeat in a beautiful rhythm:
Lines 1, 4, and 7 are the same, and lines 2 and 8 are also repeated.
The rhyme scheme looks like this: ABaAabAB (uppercase = repeated lines).
If you’d like to make it a little trickier, try writing each line with 8 syllables (iambic tetrameter, the classic French style) — or challenge yourself with 10 syllables per line (the English version). [I did 10-syllables today.]
A very moving poem Tina. Sometimes, an image or idea can take us places we didn’t expect. Thanks for joining in.
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Thanks Sadje. ☺️
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You’re welcome ☺️
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Your Triolet works perfectly for this heartfelt piece Tina💞
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🤗☺️
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Your melancholy triolet is lovely, Tina. 💕
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Thanks for the kind words ☺️
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You’re welcome, Tina.
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Nicely done, Tina.
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Thanks Chris! ☺️
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Such a poignant poem.
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Thanks Kieth ☺️
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Very nice post.
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Thanks 🙏
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Welcome dear Tina.
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Nice and moving. Well penned!
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Thank you 🙏
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