Beyond the Clouds
I wrote this poem the day before yesterday, watching the clouds part to let the sun transform the sky to a brilliant blue. The form is a tritriplicata, a five-line poem of three-six-nine-six-three syllables. In this case, the thought “turns” at the end of the third line, providing contrast between the desire and the dread, between hope and sorrow. I am often rather defiantly optimistic, and would therefore tend to reverse the order of thought to end with hope. But at the time of writing I was feeling wistful and a bit uncertain, and this mood made its way furtively but inexorably into the poem.
Beyond
Where? Somewhere
Clouds break to blue oceans
Of great sky smiled by the dancing sun~
Where day fails not, weeping
Tears at dusk.
Beautiful poem! Thanks for sharing it.