Into One
black on white
the clouds drift
to form one
and with time
if we wait
the rain comes
may it cleanse
all the shades
of the world
Late Night Movers
Ignorant
or perhaps
distracted
I could see
no issue
or problem
with a dark
moving van
at midnight
The tricube is a newer form and relatively unknown. This mathematical poem was introduced by Phillip Larrea.
Each line contains three syllables.
Each stanza contains three lines.
Each poem contains three stanzas.
That’s it.
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YEY!!! 😀 I love that one!!!
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Thanks 😊
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Tri Cube Storm
Strike of light
In the night
Split the sky
Like a scar
On gods soul
Opens up
Heavens gates
Angel tears
Rain on us
©️Didier Beaugrand
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Awesome! It’s like a sequel to mine! Love it 👍
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Cheers Murdoch your work is always interesting and inspirational. Thanks a bunch! 😃
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Thank you for reading. I’m happy you get something out if it 👍
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Always!🙏
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Good job. I could see a potential problem with a black moving van at night.
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Thank you. This actually happened.
I’ve wondered about it a few times since.
I was on holiday in Germany. I don’t speak German so could talk to them. I chalk it up to Germany efficiency.
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Interesting about clouds. We talk about them being black. But really they are dark grey. But not black……
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I probably wasn’t talking about clouds 🤔
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A wonderful dichotomy of moody and peaceful. Well done 👏 ❤️
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Thank you. I was hoping they would complement each other 😊💚
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Outstanding imagery in a minimalist form!
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Thank you. It’s a focus of mine recently.
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Your first one is my favorite – wonderful. The second one displays your darker side perfectly!
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Thank you. I have no control over it 😂
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Great poem. The power of nine, or twenty seven really. I can cope with this one. Nice and simple, like me and Dauphy. I’ll give it a try mouse. 😊
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It’s a fun form. No rhyme just short bursts.
I like the form you’ve been using recently:
AABCCB. I’ve been meaning to do a few myself.
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Thanks. AABCCB is an old nursery rhyme form. Little jack Horner type stuff. It’s like an extended limerick which is why I like it. 🙂
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Now that I think about it that’s probably why it feels so familiar, I’ve been hearing it all my life.
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Probably, and it is very catchy!
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Nice!
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Thanks!
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you are welcome
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Nice 🖤
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Thanks 💚
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Always welcome my friend 🖤
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I love the tricube poetic form: simple and challenging. I especially loved the sentiment expressed in your poem, “Into One.” Oh, blessed rain!
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Thank you. It’s a great little form.
Still holding out hope a cleansing rain will come.
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You built up to the ending of this poem eloquently.
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Thank you. Not much wiggle room but enough lines to twist.
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