Triolet – Bone Weary

 

“…spring day, too loud for talk
when bones tire of their flesh
and want something better.”

— Jim Harrison

 

Can you imagine how we
tire of struggling?  With old bones
we weary of flesh, you see.
Can you?  Imagine!  How we
tread down a fixed path, not free –
feel pain as one alone
can.  You imagine how we
tire of struggling with old bones!

 

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So Jilly has unleashed the 28 Days of Unreason (which is like the high-dive platform of poetry prompts).  The thing about Jim Harrison’s poetry is that… well, it’s so out there it makes connections in your psyche where you didn’t even know you had psyche.  Honestly, I don’t really know what all psyche entails… or if it has tails… but it sounds really intellectual.  Like I should be smoking a pipe or something.

The form I used is the Triolet.

Posted to dVerse Poets Pub, Open Link Night.

23 thoughts on “Triolet – Bone Weary

  1. This is so poignant. I can relate to the feeling of weariness.. of wanting something better and of longing to be free. As humans I feel we spend a lot of time and energy trying to decide whether to listen to the brain or heart. The soul (while its still inside the body) requires balance and peace. Thank you for sharing 💜

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  2. Wow, Charley. You did that impossibly wonderful thing with the triolet; your punctuation and line breaks make the words work in different ways. When I attempt this form it comes out stilted or trite. This is just amazing in form!!! The first two and last two lines remind me of those punctuation riddles that we use in the classroom and how the placement of a single comma can change everything. I also love your commentary about the psyche and whether it has tails – laughed out loud over that! I’m thinking that perhaps you need to change your gravatar to a picture of you with a pipe? So glad you’ve joined in 🙂

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    • Thank you! …looking for an image of Popeye.

      Working this form before left me cold and feeling like I’m kidding myself as a poet. A few weeks ago I encountered a Thomas Hardy triolet… and then another, and realized that there is a key to doing this right (besides just being ardent about my chosen topic). I’m really happy with how this turned out!

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  3. Charley, this is wonderful–all that Jilly said about your triolet, too. They do often sound stilted, but this just bounces with it’s own rhythm. Gosh,I think you found the psyche’s (en)tail.

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    • I did some reading of Hardy (Thomas, not Oliver), and noted what he was doing. Let it soak into my addled craw… much like Tawny Port in the dark of the night. Found the perfect prompt (Jilly’s first Harrison prompt), watched the line surface, and harpooned the sucker. Lost a leg in the fray. …luckily it wasn’t mine.

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    • Thank you! The more I read the masters (gender non-specific) of poetry, the more I grow as a poet. Hardy was a wizard of Triolets. Thomas Hardy, not Oliver….

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  4. you nailed it Charley in both form and function – the visceral just hangs off these bones! p.s. have learnt something new about Hardy too –

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