Variations - Words edition...

Time to move on now
A new week and a new theme
For time marches on


So this week, our theme is

What makes you happy
And the poetry form we're going to use is a triolet, which I'm sure everyone is familiar with...

You aren't familiar with a triolet?
I can't believe that's true!
Then I'll explain it, if I may?
You aren't familiar with a triolet?
You only have eight lines to say
The things that bring smiles to you.
You aren't familiar with a triolet?
I can't believe that's true!


A triolet (as seen above, and pronounced tree-oh-lay) is an 8 line poem, but you only have to write 5 lines!

The first line is repeated twice, and the second line once.

There are no limitations this week on syllable counts. The discipline in this type of poem 8s governed by the rhyme scheme:


A (first line)
B (second line)
a (rhymes with first line)
A (repeat first line)
a (rhymes with first line)
b (rhymes with second line)
A (repeat first line)
B (repeat second line)

It's not a form I was actually familiar with before (as indeed, most won't be), but I found the one above fun to write!

I hope you enjoy bringing your own personal slices of happiness to the thread...
 
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What makes you happy
Mamma Mia, it’s sort of my go-to
When I drink, or need to think, or just a moment to blink
The movie and soundtrack have been played through
Mamma Mia, it’s sort of my go-to
A warm fuzzy kind of joy, until I hear the song I can’t undo
But that can be solved with another little clink
Mamma Mia, it’s sort of my go-to
When I drink, or need to think, or just a moment to blink

🌊 🌊 🌊
 
There's nothing in life better than Lego
My sanctuary, my safe place
It's been that way since time long ago
There's nothing in life better than Lego
An encouragement to just have a go
Building a car, that's dragon powered, that flies in space...
There's nothing in life better than Lego
My sanctuary, my safe place
 
Plucking strings and hearing sound,
Hitting keys and feeling noise,
Washing over, all around.
Plucking strings and hearing sound,
Vibrations flowing through the ground,
Flowing through me, bringing joy.
Plucking strings and hearing sound
Hitting keys and feeling noise.
 
Just pieces of wood in my workshop today,
An instrument crafted by hand soon will sing,
Tonewoods selected for the parts they will play,
Just pieces of wood in my workshop today,
To be lovingly shaped and honed along the way,
No longer dead wood but a living thing,
Just pieces of wood in my workshop today,
An instrument crafted by hand soon will sing.
 
Just pieces of wood in my workshop today,
An instrument crafted by hand soon will sing,
Tonewoods selected for the parts they will play,
Just pieces of wood in my workshop today,
To be lovingly shaped and honed along the way,
No longer dead wood but a living thing,
Just pieces of wood in my workshop today,
An instrument crafted by hand soon will sing.
That's also beautiful
 
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