Thankful For Being Alive
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["Thankful for Being Alive" started out as a triolet (the first stanza), but lent itself so well to another stanza using many of the same lines, but with an appropriate finishing line, which turned it into a sonnet. Perhaps, I have inadvertently invented a new poetic form--the trionet?]
The clouds have swallowed the sun again
The birds are not singing, bees in the hive,
Another dismal day of gray, promising rain
The clouds have swallowed the sun again
A song I have been humming has no refrain
Their roots sodden my plants do not thrive
The clouds have swallowed the sun again
The birds are not singing, bees in the hive.
Another dismal day of gray, promising rain
The clouds have swallowed the sun again
A song I have been humming has no refrain
Their roots sodden my plants do not thrive
The birds are not singing, bees in the hive
Still, I can always be thankful for being alive.
written June 1, 2021
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2021
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