Lin Lane Poet Triolet

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I Sat Beneath a Willow

As I sat beneath an old willow tree, 
low limbs shaded me on this summer day. 
A cool breeze mussed my hair, setting it free 
as I sat beneath an old willow tree. 
Childhood memories inundated me 
     while watching my children running in play.        
As I sat beneath an old willow tree,
low limbs shaded me on this summer day.

As I sat beneath an old willow tree, 
a cool breeze mussed my hair, setting it free.
Childhood memories inundated me
while watching my children running in play.
Low limbs shaded me on this summer day.
A cool breeze mussed my hair, setting it free.

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David Kavanagh October 27, 2024 at 12:35 PM Your opening line Lin makes a beautiful lead and repeat line for this terrific form invented by the great man himself, As I sat beneath an old willow tree, (we wept tears and leaves into the sea) don’t mind me, I’m getting distracted by the power of that opener, a poets poem for sure, and Milton would be proud of this one, cheers David Lin Lane October 27, 2024 at 11:00 PM Thank you very much, David. I was feeling very melancholy while writing in Milt's form. I'm happy to see that you loved the first line enough for it to inspire one of your own. You may get distracted as much as you like if it makes you write something like that. It really fit the mood I was in by sitting under a weeping willow. ;-)

James Marshall Goff October 27, 2024 at 10:52 AM Such a pleasure to read a perfect example of "Best of the soup!" Lin! Lin Lane October 27, 2024 at 10:57 PM What a lovely complimentary thought, James. Thank you so very much.

Tom Cunningham October 26, 2024 at 6:56 AM What a beautiful scene you've created Lin, Milton would have loved it too. Good luck in the contest. Tom Lin Lane October 26, 2024 at 7:54 AM Tom, if ever I felt the need to write for a contest, it had to be for one that is a reminder of what a special poet and friend Milt was to all of us. His memory lives on in the soup, in contests like this one that Emile is sponsoring... and forever in Milton Creek. Your thoughts brought a tear.

Ink Empress October 26, 2024 at 6:42 AM Dear lin this is so beautiful, and i felt the environment too and saw through your well painted imagery. I was thinking of writing for this but not sure if i can do it well. But youv done a catchy and soulful take on the form! I especially love the way youv written “ Childhood memories inundated me while watching my children running in play.” Beautiful and heartfelt. Best wishes. Sending you light always Lin Lane October 26, 2024 at 7:50 AM Ink, you can do this form justice because you feel your poetry. Give this one a try. Milt was a wonderful friend to so many poets here, and I'm very happy to see his poetic form honored. Thank you, as always, for your gracious comments.

John Lawless October 26, 2024 at 5:56 AM Well, whatever you call it I like the way the repetition is so deftly woven as to enhance the flow of the poem. Nicely done Lin Lin Lane October 26, 2024 at 5:58 AM Good morning, John and thank you very much for liking this form. It's actually called 'Trionet' and was created by our friend, Milton Hankins.