Andrea Dietrich Poet Triolet

Creepo Mortician Who Loved the Graveyard Shift

The lighting - it was over-bright
above the table where she lay,
her skin dead cold but lovely white.
The lighting -it was over-bright,
He loved work best alone at night.
With corpses he could have his way.
The lighting - it was over-bright
above the table where she lay.

Written June 19, 2016

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Arthur Vaso July 17, 2016 at 7:57 PM Very well written, if a judge can not write poetry how do you expect them to judge one?

Jack Horne July 2, 2016 at 5:52 PM oh, this is a really creepy one, my friend - hope this was a really big winner

Richard Lamoureux June 29, 2016 at 4:15 AM This should have been high on the winners list. I still congratulate you on an excellent entry. Julia Ward July 17, 2016 at 9:14 AM No, the title contained slang and was far too long. Andrea Dietrich June 29, 2016 at 9:08 AM Richard , in this situation, that will only happen when pigs can fly!!!

CayCay Godwin June 27, 2016 at 2:21 PM Oh my and oh my and oh how creepy. I enjoyed this triolet! I've read so many I'm starting to get a Halloween feeling. CayCay

Sara Kendrick June 24, 2016 at 4:28 PM Creepy for sure..I read your work and well I don't know what to say..LOL..Thanks for stopping by..Sara

Daver Austin June 23, 2016 at 12:49 PM "With corpses he could have his way" Wow! This sounds like a Vincent Price movie. Moo, ha, ha, ha, ha, HAH! Love it. Love you too, daver

Skat A June 23, 2016 at 10:06 AM Haha, creepy poem. Have you ever read my poem the mortician? LoL. I wrote it for a group in a piping company. But, theirs was in Spanish. I post the English version on here... Can't wait to be alone with my mortician. LoL. Awesome poem. Skat

Robert Johnson June 23, 2016 at 9:26 AM Amidst the solemn dead of night. We're left to trust they do what's right. For most of us can't stand the sight. Just know that God see's in that light.

Michelle Mac Donald June 22, 2016 at 8:00 PM Feels like a scary campfire story that frightens the dickens out of everyone! A flashlight, "over-bright", would make everybody scatter. Outstanding triolet, Andrea! Best wishes, Mikki

Joanna Daniel June 22, 2016 at 4:29 AM This gives one the creeps. Wonder how those people go about their 'job'!!!

Anand Parmale June 21, 2016 at 9:22 PM Deep beautiful write Andrea

Francis J Grasso June 21, 2016 at 5:27 PM Oh, Wow....someday maybe I'll be able to compete with that. I wasn't able to get my second line to meld so perfectly. I think a winner, Andrea. ...Fran

Anne-Lise Andresen June 21, 2016 at 2:33 PM - A deep and wonderful write, Andrea - Not an easy topic to write .... as an artist describes his work - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Jennifer Walker June 21, 2016 at 8:39 AM Creepy, super creepy. You would make an excellent screen writer for horror or sci-fi.

Richard Lamoureux June 21, 2016 at 7:38 AM This is indeed creepy. Which contest is this for??

Demetrios Trifiatis June 21, 2016 at 5:33 AM Although the subject is eerie, poetry's light sooths the senses dear, Andrea!

Tom Quigley June 20, 2016 at 10:38 PM Agreed that this form works very well for this write. Accentuates the imagery.

Eve Roper June 20, 2016 at 8:24 PM Is this from a movie, Andrea? If I recall I started watching a movie similar and changed it try not to watch things that are going to give me nightmares. Thank you so very much for reading my poem “Pleasure You To Walk The Night.” Hugs Eve

Tim Smith June 20, 2016 at 8:21 PM yes kinda creepy Andie...I have a couple of friends who are morticians. I don't know how they do it.

Ilene Bauer June 20, 2016 at 8:14 PM i'm usually not crazy about this form of poetry, andrea, but in this case it works very well. kudos to you for a great job!