L Milton Hankins Poet Triolet

Right of Passage

Meandering along a graveled road
I saw an opossum with six young’uns
Hanging from her tail, quite a load
Meandering along a graveled road,
She was probably seeking a safer abode
I stopped, letting her pass, her luck runs
Meandering along a graveled road
I saw an opossum with six young’uns.

Written October 11, 2022

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Caren Krutsinger October 14, 2022 at 10:00 PM I love this because there is no better mommy than a mommy opossum. L Milton Hankins October 15, 2022 at 7:55 AM I suspect that is true, Caren. I cannot imagine how she got all of those babies lined up on her tail.

Gershon Wolf October 13, 2022 at 3:17 PM Sounds like she warn't just a-playin-possum there! L Milton Hankins October 13, 2022 at 8:03 PM Nope. She had been rather busy!

Unseeking Seeker October 13, 2022 at 6:43 AM Mindful Milt let’s the opossum pass ~ enjoyed the write L Milton Hankins October 13, 2022 at 8:06 AM Indeed. In my opinion, ALL lives are important in their own scheme and in their place. I could never have taken this mother opossum's innocent life away.

Marco Chies October 12, 2022 at 2:23 PM I just really admire this kind of circular writing that you do so masterfully. Congratulations Milton! L Milton Hankins October 12, 2022 at 4:07 PM It's a poetry form with French origins, Marco, often referred to as the format for "lazy" poets. Studying it, you'll figure out why! Nice to hear from you again.

Rico Leffanta October 12, 2022 at 11:38 AM Clever title, too! Aloha! L Milton Hankins October 12, 2022 at 12:08 PM Thanks so much, Rico. I mean, after all, you ARE a genius at that!

Jeff Connelly October 12, 2022 at 6:12 AM L Milton this poem has, at least to me, a feel of Frost... Robert Frost... Respecting Nature is to nurture oneself. Thank you for these words... Jeff Connelly October 12, 2022 at 8:03 PM I'm simply bowing to your poetics... Kudos... L Milton Hankins October 12, 2022 at 6:17 AM You know, Jeff, reading it over again, I can understand your "feel of Frost." To hear that something I have written is remotely like Frost is such a compliment. Thank you!

Tom Cunningham October 11, 2022 at 11:40 PM Those sights of nature at its best never cease to amaze me, you're left with a good feeling inside. Tom L Milton Hankins October 12, 2022 at 5:52 AM Thanks so much, Tom. Me, too.

Michael Tor October 11, 2022 at 8:16 PM The title says it all Milton very clever. It was nice you gave that mother the right of way. I hear they clear the ground of ticks they feed on them. I am sure that was quite the sight to see that. Thank you for sharing... L Milton Hankins October 12, 2022 at 5:53 AM They do, Michael. They are really very helpful animals. I try at all costs to avoid hitting a wild animal on the road. After all, it was their territory before it was ours.