strength through unity
ideas arrest injustice
words to remember
when faith in cruelty plagues
resist the urge to escape

Creating a verse for the Sunday Whirl has become my favorite Sunday thing! Thanks.

Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
strength through unity
ideas arrest injustice
words to remember
when faith in cruelty plagues
resist the urge to escape

Creating a verse for the Sunday Whirl has become my favorite Sunday thing! Thanks.

we are the ones that dwell within
watching and waiting for the end
in the dark we witness your sin
we are the ones that dwell within
that burn you feel under your skin
the edge of madness at the bend
we are the ones that dwell within
watching and waiting for the end

I enjoyed creating a triolet earlier this week for the w3 prompt, so I did it again. But this time I went with the 8-syllable version and leaned into the SPOOKY. Thanks for the added inspiration to Esther (EDGE) and dVerse poets (we are the ones that dwell within). See below for info on Triolets.
According to Sarah Whiley …
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).
fancy a cuppa
in my jim jams with a nosh
then Bob’s your uncle

Apologies for the possible misuse of phrases. My entire British vocabulary comes from my addiction to BritBox and Acorn TV. I’m currently binge watching Vera and waiting impatiently for the newest series of Midsomer Murders! Thanks to RDP for giving me the excuse to say “fancy a cuppa.” I just wish I could have squeezed in a “pet” or a “love.”
unreliable
in the waning golden glow
hold fast or let go
surrender expectations
free in ambiguity

Image credit; Doncoombez @ Unsplash
a ghost of a life
magic cannot bring it back
drag the broken nest
tell the news to the hot breeze
let that zephyr free your need

I love the challenge of creating a short piece that uses all (or in this case, most) of the words. I couldn’t squeeze ‘seems’ into the verse, so I cheated with the title. Thanks!