This week I'm getting acquainted with the Trinet, created by an individual by the name of 'Zion.' I'm afraid that's I can tell you about the form's origin. Here are the  guidelines for writing a Trinet: 7 lines Lines three and four have six words in each line All the other lines have two words per line There are no restrictions for rhymes, subject matter, or syllables, making it easier to create.  I based my poem on a fact I had gleaned from my research into obscure and unusual facts. I had a list of them in my notebook and this one appealed. It felt good to build words around a fact.  Pigs Can't Look At The Sky Siobahn started Each day With a deliberate, lingering, heavenly gaze Grateful she was not a pig Forever denied Those glorious Skyward glances. Alan j Wright It is Poetry Friday yet again. Our host for this week is Linda B  at Teacher Dance. Linda's post reminds us that every end is a beginning with a poem about her grandson and being on the edge

 I previously shared a first line index poem in March last year. It was titled 'Island Observations .' I recently returned to this poetic form using the index from Carol Ann Duffy's anthology '101 Poems For Children' as inspiration. I must admit, I love the challenge these poems present. You are driven by the urge to be a word weaver. It is a process requiring patience and being prepared to let the words settle for a while. You want the lines to display connectiveness. Lots of reading aloud is required to determine if the resulting poem has a sufficient sense of flow to it. Here's what I made of these special lines... Exploring At Night First Line Index Poem   In winter I get up at night At nine of the night, I open the door   And we left our beds in the dark The first whisper of stars is a faint thing Big Dipper, Giant Racer, Figure of Eight Fish-bones lay in the smelly bin Monday, I found a boot   Come on everybody Come play with me

 During the month of May, I set myself a personal writing challenge of writing a poem each day based on historical events that took place on a particular May date.  The project delivered a number of documentary style poems (docupoetry). My previous docupoetry poems have been somewhat lengthy. These latest poems are shorter. I think time constraints may have contributed to this outcome. Writing projects /challenges are fun. They invigorate the mind. They reveal a lot. Here are two docu-poems  focusing on events in the lives of two disparate historical figures. The Last Word   A decade of faithfully recorded thoughts A life captured in diaries Rich in detail and scope Reached a premature ending When the writings of Samuel Pepys Hit a wall of darkness.   The final entry The last word Inked for posterity.   With eyesight failing And shadows advancing across the page His pen, he reluctantly laid to rest.   The writer found himself Out of sight Not out o

It seems strange to be writing a poem about a summer time phenomenon during the Australian winter, but poetry sparks have no comprehension of time, They just arrive and the writer must be ready to  respond.  The poem I am sharing has taken time to marinate having landed some weeks back, launched on the wings of a cross cultural word that refused to be denied. I have it heard it land in my conscious mind and it would not go away. And so I thought, I read, I listed my findings and then thought some more before the words presented on the page. My poem has since it initial composition,  undergone further refinement and polishing on my computer. My message for young poets is this...  When an idea lands, hold back a little on the  urge to write. Allow your words to gather slowly. Explore your ideas and gather your very best words around you first. Read, research, think, talk, then think some more, before you take up the pen. It is with a strong sense of satisfaction that I have now found a w