childhood dreams, neatly folded, safely tucked away
wrapped within whitewashed sheets, cleansed with salty tears
victim of perverted desires, to demons falling prey
childhood dreams, neatly folded, safely tucked away
buried ‘neath emptied
bottles of Zin and Chardonnay
locked away in rotting trunk, forgotten were those years
childhood dreams, neatly folded, safely tucked away
wrapped within whitewashed sheets, cleansed with salty tears
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In addition to my usual Friday 55 post (although I had a lead foot and exceeded the speed limit just a bit) I decided to participate in d'Verse Poet's Pub challenge: compose a TRIOLET. What is a triolet you ask. It is a poem composed of 8 lines with an ABaAabAB rhyme scheme. The first, fourth, and seventh lines are identical; the second and the last lines are also identical.
