Tri-o-let: a poem of eight lines, typically of eight syllables each, rhyming abaaabab and so structured that the first line recurs as the fourth and seventh and the second as the eighth.
Paradise
Weathered asphalt vault starts to crack
Last grains slip through the hourglass
Such horrors, one last maniac
Weathered asphalt vault starts to crack
A once-broken man's almanac
Driven to sin, they fell en masse
Weathered asphalt vaults start to crack
Last grains slip through the hourglass
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- Hey folks, so this was my first attempt at a tri-o-let, a fun little form I had found by way of
who recently posted one. I had a lot of fun doing it, bit of a struggle though seeing as I had made it while forgetting about the 8 syllables per line.
~Themadrunnah
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