A Poke in the Ribs from the 128 Color Box (triolet)

Atticus, this is almost Seuss-like in its repetition! Giving it that delightful manic quality of obsession. Whoa, I really love this!

And now, it's off to my sick-bed, where I can contemplate all those splendid colors, and just how very weird the color "flesh" was.

You get up out of bed girl!  Please tell me that you are on the mend! Come grab a box and play.

Seriously: Thank you so much my dear friend, Andrea. You are always so kind. Can you tell I'm in a very playful mood? Get well soon!

I have the vapors! as we call them in the South. I got so sick last night, and am feeling very low. I am dragging my pitiful wagon behind me, and I owe you a letter! Your words have been immensely buoying; I'll explain when my brain cells and my energy make an appearance! The reason why I loved this poem is that the timing couldn't have been more perfect, other than the fact that it's wonderful. I was eyeing a box of crayons in the drugstore on Saturday, and was wondering, where are all the coloring books to go with them?! I'll have to make my own! 

Synchronicity! I've been feeling rather childish lately. We had a Sculpy party this weekend and coerced a bunch of adults to play with clay. (sculpy is a really cool synthetic clay). Vapors! Oh dear, I'm sorry you are feeling bad. Get well soon. 

Sculpy! I love it! I haven't done it in a long time, which is further proof that I'm living in the wrong place! So here's some more synchronicity for you: The other day on my way out of the apartment, I saw the two little Sculpy Bert and Ernie pins that an old colleague made for all of us before a big public TV annual meeting, so I wore them to work. (I have to send you a photo of them.) She was pretty awesome at Sculpy, so they were perfect. People were staring at them, but no one said a word. Typical Washington! Thanks! I just woke up to answer your message.  : - )

Ha! Bert and Ernie pins! That's great! Please do share the photo. I would love to see it. Sculpy is really great stuff. I couldn't think of what to make so I decided to make a snake that swallowed an elephant. Or maybe it was "un chapeau" I don't know......But then I decided to make them separately. The snake became a red-white-and-blue "don't tread on me" and the elephant sprouted roses and sunflowers from his back....Go figure....I'll trade you pictures!

I like the first two and therefore the last two lines.  Lines 3 and 5 seem somewhat clumsy and forced to me.  Ordinarily I would prefer if the rhyme in line one and it's repeated lines were more dissimilar to the remaining rhymes.  But I'm new to triolet form, so take my comments in that context.

Atticus, I echo John's comment.  But, like him, I am also new to the triolet form.

But that was the point! Oh never mind. 

Seriously though, thank you both for reading and commenting on my poem. I do indeed very much appreciate your input. 

I'm writing to tell you that I'm putting my group, Anythingwriting off moderation for a while. If you wish to know why, read my article about my mother in law. It's a new post and I will spotlight it on my profile.

I really don't know poetic forms (but between you and Ms B and I may find myself learning yet; there is SO much in life to learn ...), but I know what I like when I read it. I liked this poem as it sat me down with my granddaughter. She is always kind enough to give me allowance. Thanks for this one.

Thank you Paul. I'm glad this poem made you smile and conjured such fun imagery for you. 

The images here are not important or the hue, the writing matters in its entirety

Alien blood

Thank you Poddar. I appreciate you seeing past the words in this poem. I'll be around to check out your work.

=) sublime ;)

the play on words divine~

Thank you goddess

This is a great triolet. I love the playfulness of it.

Christine, I haven't made time to comment on your latest poems yet but I have read them and they are wonderful. Thank you for the comment. 

You are definitely coloring outside of the line :) Good job

Thank you Susan for appreciating my scribbles. I have enjoyed your triolets also. 

Atticus: You drive me visual! I could just see you sitting at one of those kindergarten tables coloring next to miss Shirley Temple curls her gently criticizing your work (as girls, John, and Magi are apt to do!). I'm new to this form but not fun in poems.

Brother Umar - mutual respect. I have yet to comment on your latest. But if I had been drinking milk when I read it.....

I find this form limiting to the point where it's difficult to say much of anything, but you've handled it with grace and humor here.  A tender moment that makes use of the potential "cuteness"-- for lack of a better term-- of the triolet.

James, thank you so much for the close read. I really appreciate you ascribing the term "grace" to the poem. The form really allows few opportunities to "cross the line" I found it quite interesting to work within (and outside of) such a small box. 

I could see this as being written about an imaginary person, a woman, a love, or a girl, or all of the above.

My daughter and I loved sculpy....

Featured in the Triple Name Club.

Hi Kathryn, Thank you so much for your astute comment. You are right about the poem. It's not really about coloring. 

And thanks for the feature!

Very nicely layered.