To a Summer's Morning
 
Oh bleak morning adorned in greyish cloaks
You have been beckoned to sing your sad tune
Contrasted by the bird's song in the oaks

Behind your folded deafened wings is blue
A deep sea of sorrow and sentiment
Imitated by pearled and sparkling dew

You're fading like a sigh in ghastly form
Thinning from the mantled heavenly lips
With a soft enamoured breath comes the storm..

By VirulentMalice

© 2005 VirulentMalice (All rights reserved)

 
The Triad

The triad is simply a poem consisting of three tercets, each
describing a related object or theme. A tercet is a stanza
consisting of three lines. Historically, the tercet’s first and
third lines rhyme, leaving the middle line unrhymed. However, in
modern times the rhyme scheme has been abandoned (as have so
many other traditions), and the lines do not have to rhyme. The
traditional form is now called the envelope tercet, as the rhyme
scheme envelopes the middle line.

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