Emile Pinet Poet Triolet

Sour Lemons

Sour lemons tend to bite your tongue,
like they did the very first time.
As viewed through the eyes of the young:
sour lemons tend to bite your tongue.
Do you recollect being swung:
recall how it felt so sublime?
Sour lemons tend to bite your tongue,
like they did the very first time.

Recall how it felt so sublime:
to watch snowflakes fall from the sky?
Magical days, back in your prime:
recall how it felt so sublime?
Always covered in dirt and grime,
there was nothing you feared to try.
Recall how it felt so sublime
to watch snowflakes fall from the sky?

There was nothing you feared to try:
from kiss-and-tell to hide-and-seek.
If you think back, when you felt spry,
there was nothing you feared to try.
Sympathetic to those who cry,
you never thought of them as weak.
There was nothing you feared to try,
from kiss-and-tell to hide-and-seek.

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Line Gauthier May 13, 2018 at 9:57 AM Fun nostalgia, Emile. Emile Pinet May 13, 2018 at 11:11 AM Thanks so much Line, your visits are always appreciated. Emile.

Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser February 26, 2015 at 9:21 AM love the form triolet and same love I feel with your write.. :) weeeee it brings me back to childhood.. :)! weeee!!!... olive eloisa

Laura Leiser February 25, 2015 at 9:56 PM Great poem, Emile! It brings back the childhood of "firsts" and the excitement that surrounds new discoveries! A 7 :) Emile Pinet February 26, 2015 at 8:08 AM Thank you so much Laura, for this vote of confidence and encouragement. Emile.

M. L. Kiser February 25, 2015 at 5:41 PM That does bring back some memories...thank you for the relaxing walk in the past, Emile. Emile Pinet February 26, 2015 at 8:08 AM Thank you, your comments are most welcomed and appreciated, Emile.

Connie Marcum Wong February 25, 2015 at 4:58 PM A wonderful and inspiring poem Emile! Ahhhh the memories of youth. Emile Pinet February 26, 2015 at 8:09 AM Thanks Connie, for your kind words and all your generous support. Emile.

Ken Carroll February 25, 2015 at 4:12 PM Good stuff Emile... Emile Pinet February 25, 2015 at 4:20 PM Thanks Ken, I appreciate it. Emile.