My 1st trimeric
Families readily fall apart
Tearing holes in a once-child's heart
Not only the tangible expires
Living souls left singed by hell's fires
Tearing holes in a once-child's heart
Held together by staples and wires
Painful lessons doth distance impart
Not only the tangible expires
We live always a part and apart
Sundered so by conflicting desires
Living souls left singed by hell's fires
Penetrating surrounding ramparts
That are built of weakest qualifiers
I just discovered the trimeric form on Murisopsis’ blog. I like this a lot.
Sadly, this was inspired by dynamics that exist in my own family 😞
‘We live always a part and apart’ 👌
👍🏽 Ingrid 👍🏽
Excellent exercise David! 👏👏Beautifully written.❤ Every family has its own problems because humans are perfectly imperfect.
I know… but as children, some of us have very idyllic concepts of family, which we get disabused of painfully as adults 😦
I totally agree with you David! 😢 It’s painful.
I agree with you David and poignantly said in your fine poem…”Penetrating…ramparts…built of the weakest qualifiers”👍👍
Thanks so much ❤
Always a pleasure.
David this one is painfully beautiful. This form only reinforces the theme and makes it all the better! I lived a very charmed childhood but was not unaware of the turmoil that existed in the families of my friends.
Muri, I grew up in the USA far away from my mother’s family that lived in Israel – so I didn’t have much exposure to those tensions. Also, the torn ties between certain members of my family really took place in the last several years.
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David
I grew up in a many dysfunctional family. This poem is so true to me.
My family, for the most part, felt functional to me as a child… less so now 😦
Thanks, Lauren.
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David
I was all too aware that seven stepfathers and a narcissistic bio-dad was not normal.
wow; seven step-fathers? I didn’t know that part of the story! That’s… a lot.
Especially when each was an addict in some way. Not a great childhood.
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Well done, David, and the last line delivers your point.
🙏 Thanks so much, Dolly 🙏
You are very welcome, David.
Love that, David, well said. Especially that ending. A sense of borders, of walls–the things that separate us. The boundaries between nations, communities are difficult enough, but the walls between family can be so painful to endure. And so quickly regretted in the times to come.
Yeah, it’s horrible. Truly, George.
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David
I am so sorry, my dear friend. My heart and hopes are always with you and yours.
🤗 George 🤗
It’s hard to watch and impossible to detach from. (K)
😢 Kerfe 😢