A Trimeric Poem

Reflections (Bristol), digital photograph, © N Nazir 2021

Some kind of sanctity stirs beneath the strings
though disruption sought them in the blankness
of the mornings and the canvas that doesn’t know
what its becoming after last night’s mess-making.

Though disruption sought them in the blankness
stark against your bazaar fabrics that still
hold the wind of the country that spun them.

Of the mornings and the canvas that doesn’t know
how to form, as sure as the dress you taught me to fashion
pollen-dusted, airborne, swishing to fruition.

What it’s becoming after last night’s mess-making
is some kind of zephyr trapped between layers of good intentions
and long-forgotten dreams that flow through my fingers.

© N Nazir 2021

Reflections (Bristol), digital photograph, © N Nazir 2021

Written for dVerse Poetry Prompt, hosted by Grace.
Today’s poetry form is Trimeric, which was invented by Charles A. Stone.
The rules are pretty simple:
1. Trimeric has 4 stanzas
2. The first stanza has 4 lines
3. The other three stanzas have 3 lines each
4. The first line of each stanza is a refrain of the corresponding line in the first stanza (so 2nd stanza starts with the second line, third stanza starts with the third line, etc.).
5. The sequence of lines, then, is abcd, b – -, c – -, d – -.

Note: No other rules on line length, meter, or rhyme.

* I’m not a classical music buff but I can’t get enough of this guy. These are the strings I’m talking about.

45 thoughts on “A Trimeric Poem

    1. I really like this form now that I’ve discovered it. It lends itself so well to illustrating a simple idea.

      Sort of – I like to think of it as my city, it has been on and off over the years. These photos were taken on a recent jaunt there 🙂

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  1. sanaarizvi

    This is such a beautiful, beautiful rendition! I especially love; “Of the mornings and the canvas that doesn’t know how to form, as sure as the dress you taught me to fashion pollen-dusted, airborne, swishing to fruition.”😍😍

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  2. Sunra,
    What a bewitching poem! The imagery of the fabric, the dress, the dreams all being spun and yet holding on to their origins and their craft is just as mesmerizing as the canvas on which you paint them. Love your use of the trimeric form to achieve this effect.
    pax,
    dora

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    1. Hey, thanks Dora! What a beautiful, considerate comment. I appreciate your kind words. I’m glad I came across this form, it unfolds gently and is also just the right length to give a glimpse of something. Thanks again! 🙂

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    1. Thank you, Gwil! I’m glad you liked that line, it was a tricky one to pin down, so to speak.

      Why does the photo look familiar? 😊 You’ll have to let me know.

      I haven’t read your chapbook yet, but it’s waiting on my table when I can give it quality time! ☀️

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      1. Gwil

        You certainly pinned it down. The view from the window looks similar to many around here and you’ve caught the moment perfectly!

        Enjoy the chapbook and have a wonderful week. 😊👏

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