Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Submission

Waiting for a god to speak in still small voice,
A booming dirge of angelic warning!
To a soul of indecision left to choice,
Waiting for a god to speak in still small voice,
Any direction given is a cause to rejoice.
Freedom of will begins with mourning
Waiting for a god to speak in still small voice
A booming dirge of angelic warning.


Submission, a triolet.
Shared in the Poetry Pantry.

15 comments:

  1. Oh how brave to attempt a triolet. Good on you! I find them very difficult.

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  2. How easy it is to miss that still small voice when and if it finally comes!

    Toothless Fadista

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  3. I want this, too. So poignant and true.

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  4. love the line "freedom of will begins with mourning": there are many truths in there. This is a heck of a difficult form to pull off. You have managed it with dexterity and elegance and brought to it your calm and clear voice. Many a thought to be had today.

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  5. I LOVE your triolet. I havent tried one yet but the form intrigues me. Fantastic line "freedom of will begins with mourning". WOW! Loved this.

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  6. What a beautifully composed triolet! And, as Judy (above) writes, I want this too as well.

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  7. Freedom of will begins with mourning--what a great line! This form just scares (actually, they all do). Lovely write Libby!

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  8. And how often does that booming dirge of warnings drown out the still small voice. I loved the cadence you created in this poem!

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  9. only in our own stillness can we finally hear that small voice rising... beautifully written Libby.

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  10. It is the listening to that voice that I need to work on. Blessings to you.

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  11. Enviably impressive form...I love the heraldic tone...

    Any direction would be nice, too. Perfectly nice.

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