Just Once - a Trine
Just Once
I had hoped, just once, to be heard
for me to be what you preferred.
But silence is all I shall know
now that it’s time for me to go.
All of this, nothing but a dream,
where things are never what they seem.
That distant fantasy is blurred
as reality shifts, ebbs and flows.
Once, in a dream, my words held your esteem.
About the Form: Trine
The Trine is a French form of poetry. It is a nine-line poem that is composed of three rhyming couplets and a triplet. There is no fixed meter or syllable count. The rhyme scheme is:
aa bb cc abc
Alternate form:
I had hoped, just once, to be heard
for me to be what they preferred.
But silence is all I shall know
now that it’s time for me to go.
All of this, nothing but a dream,
where things are never what they seem.
That distant fantasy is blurred
as reality shifts, ebbs and flows.
Once, in a dream, my words held some esteem.
I had hoped, just once, to be heard
for me to be what you preferred.
But silence is all I shall know
now that it’s time for me to go.
All of this, nothing but a dream,
where things are never what they seem.
That distant fantasy is blurred
as reality shifts, ebbs and flows.
Once, in a dream, my words held your esteem.
About the Form: Trine
The Trine is a French form of poetry. It is a nine-line poem that is composed of three rhyming couplets and a triplet. There is no fixed meter or syllable count. The rhyme scheme is:
aa bb cc abc
Alternate form:
I had hoped, just once, to be heard
for me to be what they preferred.
But silence is all I shall know
now that it’s time for me to go.
All of this, nothing but a dream,
where things are never what they seem.
That distant fantasy is blurred
as reality shifts, ebbs and flows.
Once, in a dream, my words held some esteem.