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.
Nice one :)
ReplyDeleteOh how brave to attempt a triolet. Good on you! I find them very difficult.
ReplyDeleteHow easy it is to miss that still small voice when and if it finally comes!
ReplyDeleteToothless Fadista
Lovely!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful....
ReplyDeleteI want this, too. So poignant and true.
ReplyDeletelove 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.
ReplyDeleteI LOVE your triolet. I havent tried one yet but the form intrigues me. Fantastic line "freedom of will begins with mourning". WOW! Loved this.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautifully composed triolet! And, as Judy (above) writes, I want this too as well.
ReplyDeleteFreedom of will begins with mourning--what a great line! This form just scares (actually, they all do). Lovely write Libby!
ReplyDeleteAnd how often does that booming dirge of warnings drown out the still small voice. I loved the cadence you created in this poem!
ReplyDeleteonly in our own stillness can we finally hear that small voice rising... beautifully written Libby.
ReplyDeletewow nice job with the form!
ReplyDeleteIt is the listening to that voice that I need to work on. Blessings to you.
ReplyDeleteEnviably impressive form...I love the heraldic tone...
ReplyDeleteAny direction would be nice, too. Perfectly nice.