Imaginary Garden with Real Toads,, introduces us to the triolet, another of those fun French forms from the past. You should check out Real Toads and give the triolet a try.

by Mike Patrick

Flickr image by Tony Wilkerson

It’s strange how deep the call of dreams,
each night a new adventure spins.
In spite of no control it seems,
it’s strange how deep the call of dreams.
When faced with dreads that wake with screams,
our sleep we seek to find again.
It’s strange how deep the call of dreams,
each night a new adventure spins.

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12 Responses to THE CALL OF DREAMS

  1. jinksy says:

    A dreamy triolet, causing no screams at all! LOL

  2. vivinfrance says:

    Nice simple form, appropriate to a single image. I’m off to look…

  3. Loved the refrain of this, Mike. I’m no writer of form generally, but this was charming, “how deep the call of dreams…” and not a toad in sight!

    Ribit, Amy

  4. laurie kolp says:

    That reads so well… beautiful, Mike. I have some strange dreams sometimes, that’s for sure.

  5. Very smooth.. in idea and execution.

  6. shanyns says:

    Very nicely crafted, I enjoyed reading it!

  7. Ella says:

    I love the idea and the imagery you used. Yes, dreams are intriguing spins of our daily trip, another journey~ Well Done

  8. Mary says:

    I love this. The call of dreams is indeed strong! Well written triolet.

  9. geri-Mom says:

    I love the poem. The picture really really complements it. I keep coming back to it.

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