Thricubes are poems built on threes. Three lines, each with three syllables, converging into three stanzas. Seemed like a fun activity, especially after playing disc golf in the rain on a semi-flooded course. This was at least a warmer option.
Here’s a try:
Cold rain falls gathering... A river. Flowing fast down and through the valley. All things go back into the far sea...
But ya know… we’ve been here before, who cares? Norman MacLean covered it …
I only said I’d write a poem a day. I didn’t say they would be earth shattering or amazing.
Try one of your own in the comments and show me something new, if ya like.
Cheers!
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I don’t know that much about poetry, if you said it was a good one, I’d probably believe you. For sure, you’re writing better poetry than I am.
If you want to guest post here Amy, we can make that happen. 🙂