She served as doctor in the War Parents, young brother in Ukraine Close-knit, her family of four She served as doctor in the War No one survived from her Before Her soul was crippled by the pain She served as doctor in the War Parents, young brother in Ukraine
d’Verse poetics: Grandmothers
This triolet is about my father’s mother, whom I only met as a preteen, after the USSR started falling apart in the late eighties. She was permanently traumatized by the Nazi’s total liquidation of her shtetl, including her parents and little brother, which she discovered upon returning home at the end of World War II.
I wrote it for today’s d’Verse prompt, which is to pen a grandmother-themed poem.
A Triolet is a poetic form consisting of only 8 lines. Within a Triolet, the 1st, 4th, and 7th lines repeat, and the 2nd and 8th lines do as well. The rhyme scheme is simple: ABaAabAB, capital letters representing the repeated lines.
Make writing a Triolet more challenging! Make each line 8 syllables in length (4 metrical feet), written in iambic tetrameter (the more common way), or try it in pentameter (English version) where each line only has 10 syllables (5 metrical feet).
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73 thoughts on “Of four, or: Of before”
This is a sad one.
😢 Molly 😢 ~ yes ~ from my perspective, she was really more of a shell of a person than a relatable human being by the time I met her when I was ten-years-old or so.
War can do bad things to people that last their lives.
It’s a heartwrenching history. May God grant your grandmother peace from all the trauma.
💔🙏🏻 Cassa 🙏🏻💔
And I am reading a book “Not in God’s Name” by Jonathan Sacks which gives me insight of how the Jews became the scapegoat of difference nations’ internal conflict. A very educational book.
Wow! How did you come across it?
It’s recommended by a friend and was gifted at Christmas..
Very sad, David. Life can be so tragic.
Real life is full of stories
The triolet might be my favorite form. When used to convey something of emotional weight, it somehow seems to bring that out better than any other form i know. Stellar stuff, my friend.
🤍🙏🏻 Shay 🙏🏻🤍 ~ thanks! It’s interesting: lots of people feel the triolet feels unnatural.
Huh. That surprises me. I think it enhances, done properly.
Me too ✋️
Very well written David, and a fitting tribute to a brave woman who suffered so much.
Her soul was crippled by the pain…
This line ends up becoming the soul.
💚🙏🏻 Reena 🙏🏻💚 ~ yes 😓
your chosen poetry form is so well chosen David- encapsulating all that cannot be said, but with that poignant repetition
💜🙏🏻 Laura 🙏🏻💜 ~ to me, she was greatly defined by her loss and unavailable to me as a result
indeed – we can barely fathom such experiences and the ensuing damage but you distilled the essence in this poem
A heartfelt triolet, David. The repetition emphasises the grief.
🧡🙏🏻 Kim 🙏🏻🧡
Such a heartfelt piece David .
💔🙏🏻 Maggie 🙏🏻💔 ~ thanks!
💔Her soul was crippled by the pain💔
The soul, pure, powerful and peaceful
Reading my heart is struck and bleeds for the pain –
She served as doctor
Parents, young brother in Ukraine –
History and fate it is loud, the sound; pierces my ear.
With the memories of her shetl
Too much pain and sorrow.
Just amazing how her story broke through in this form.
💔🙏🏻 Abi 🙏🏻💔 ~ it’s a devastating story
I feel it
And you did a great job in stitch all this pain in these striking lines.
🥲 Abi 🥲
I can’t begin to understand the grief – the triolet is perfect with the repeating lines to reinforce the agony…
💔🙏🏻 Muri 🙏🏻💔 ~ thank you
A brave woman, your grandmother
💔🙏🏻 Sadje 🙏🏻💔 ~ yes, and never again fully present
That’s very understandable