• Jafei Pollitt

Days #92-#95: Five Day Countdown!

Making up for four days of poetry! The first form is called the Triolet and it’s a french poem with a lot of repetition. It consists of 8 lines!

Modern Woman

She wears silver rings on every finger

Hair tied up and unwashed

She likes to tease – to linger

She wears silver rings on every finger

Not one bit phased if you leave her

A modern woman knows the cost

She wears silver rings on every finger

Hair tied up and unwashed

This form is called the Triversen and it’s got some rules and regulations. Each stanza should equal a sentence with 2-4 beats per line and it should add up to 18 lines. 

Familiar Traces of Scent

I was in class half asleep

Rubbed my two eyes cautiously

And sighed.

It snuck in smooth as thick, warm milk

Wrapped in my hands

A familiar remembrance.

A wash of dark, soft chocolate 

Draped on my neck

And furrowed into my hair.

The fragrance of sleepy lids

Of brewing coffee, worn-out jammies

A disheveled comforter.

Sometimes I wonder how a smell

From so long ago for me can

Sprout in odd places far away.

From people I don’t know too well

In places I don’t think about

To be jolted with remembrance by a scent.

The second to last poem of the day is the Villanelle which is a French form with short stanzas and refrains! (NSFW poem! Some cursing!)

Just Fuck Off Then

Know you don’t have to lie

If you’re going to be a shit

You don’t need to be nice

You don’t need to write

Or throw a big fit

Know you don’t have to lie

If you’re going to bite

Draw some blood you can spit

You don’t need to be nice

Once it’s the end of the fight

Take your tattered lips

Know you don’t have to lie

You’re a shit with no light

A child who kicks and kicks

You don’t need to be nice

But neither do I 

So kindly fuck off into the pits

Know you don’t have to lie

You don’t need to be nice. 

And NOW  is the last poem. This form is called the Zappai poem which is pretty much just a Haiku… No, it’s exactly like a Haiku. Whoever came up with this form obviously had never heard of a Haiku before. 

Sick

Chest as dirtied snow

The eyes quietly crackle

Bones build a high rise

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