S.Zaynab Kamoonpuri Poet Triolet

Pickled Scenery

A huge Alsatian barks at a passerby stranger
as the pond geese honk sensing grave danger
Trudges back home a rangy lone ranger.

Big and little aubergines cast a purple shade
In the twilight birdsong begins to fade
Night makes navy-blue of the greenery's jade.

Wolves howl in the distance
Panthers prowl near pig pens
Ocelots growl around the dens.

Dolphins perform in the aquatic circus
Kids count on the time-old abacus
All in all the miracle of creation's fabulous

Elsewhere the morn dawns upon wee ladybirds
And shepherds go about grazing their hungry herds.

A rare sight of starfishes settle upon beach pebbles
Pink salmon in a see-through lake breath out bubbles
Bombed by tech; corpses found in debris and rubbles!

Wild species lurk in the murky forest
Stands tall and hovering high mount Everest
A chance to enjoy nature at its very best! 

Admit it O' mankind no one can ever be
at par with your and my versatile Creator
The billions of species is far too extraordinary
He single-handedly created all that variety in nature.

For even the clever human who invented the radio
did not as well model the computer.
The one who designed my dresser couldn't design my patio
It'd be rare for a shoemaker to also be a tutor  

But God He made both ant and elephant
and there's absolutely nothing that He can't.

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CayCay Godwin May 8, 2018 at 12:57 PM This is delightful, the imagery touchingly superb and I absolutely love the closing couplet - it is perfect. What this isn't is a Triolet, please look it up under "Poetry Forms" at the top of page and you'll see. With your talent, you surely must want to know these forms. This beauty could easily fit under the form 'Rhyme' for simplification purposes. Poetry hugs ... CayCay

Caren Krutsinger May 7, 2018 at 8:15 PM Your imagery is terrific! In particular this appealed to me: "Wolves howl in the distance Panthers prowl near pig pens Ocelots growl around the dens." The entire poem is wonderful.

Jesse Zerlaut March 12, 2018 at 10:55 AM Our God is an awesome God. Your poem highlights the sentiment so very very well. Thank you for sharing Zaynab!

Eileen Manassian March 3, 2018 at 4:51 PM Lovely poem, Zainab. My favorite line was this one:Night makes navy-blue of the greenery's jade. Beautiful choice of words. Yes, our Creator God is masterful, indeed. Thanks for your visit to my veil poem. I left you a comment. I'm just here to reiterate...as I feel you may not have caught the essence of that personal write. The veil, to me, was symbolic on a personal level...nothing more, nothing less. That's why I left the footnote at the end of the poem. Thank you for the visit.

Carrie Richards February 25, 2018 at 8:01 PM You write as if seeing the world, as an artist sees his :) What a vision you have brought to pen and ink (or computer, I should say)..... The canvas of what you see in your mind's eye jumps off the page. And the beauty of God's creation is one to behold :)

Edward Mccall February 25, 2018 at 5:28 PM Hello Zaynab, I love the imagery and how you brought it altogether in a way that glorifies God our father. It is so true that there is nothing he can't do. A very well written piece.

Debbie Guzzi February 25, 2018 at 1:52 PM A joyous peek at a positive reality because you asked -new friend- the form is incorrectly labeled. When in doubt simply call what you have written VERSE. Verse is most general category. Your verse could also correctly be labeled RHYME. A TRIOLET is a difficult form to write, 8 lines only, in iambic tetrameter, with an end rhyme pattern of ABaAabAB; line 1, line 4, & line 7 are identical, as are line 2 & the last line, thereby making the initial and final couplets identical as well.

Lunita Blanca February 25, 2018 at 11:34 AM Zaynab, you are indeed an individual who looks at a mud puddle and sees more then mud. The tiniest dewdrop hanging from a grass blade in the morning is big enough to reflect the sunshine and the blue of the sky.

Faraz Ajmal February 25, 2018 at 12:26 AM You have written this poem of yours really beautifully, I really like the description and the way you have written it, yeah you re absolutely right, it s Gid who has created the heavens and the Earth in six ayyoms ( a very long period), created mankind and put in it everything he needs in order to live, for Him nothing is impossible, he just says be and it is, good luck and once again it s a really nice poem of yours

Muhammad Imtiaz February 25, 2018 at 12:07 AM Hi Zainab... I feel pleasure to come to your page. it was worth visiting as i learnt a lot . You painted the rainbow of different colors created by Almighty Allah. No one can ever equalize HIM.....i like your style......If i say you are Wordsworth, i would not be sugarcoating.. thanks i will read other poems as well.

Janice Canerdy February 24, 2018 at 7:14 PM Lovely poem with such captivating imagery--ending with the TRUTH about Almighty God! Janice

Susan Ashley February 24, 2018 at 5:42 PM Beautifully captivating S.zaynab. Your poetic lines, full of rhythm and imagery, grew in momentum keeping me enthralled.. a wondrous spiritual message is revealed as your poem builds to its praising conclusion. Gorgeous and inspiring poetry! ~Susan

Reason A. Poteet February 24, 2018 at 3:39 PM Love the detail you included and of course, the obvious last two lines. A praise piece in disguise, well-written.

Arturo Michael February 24, 2018 at 12:44 PM Full of lovely imagery...and a message we all need to know... There is hope...All the best