(An attempt at a Triolet.)
Is this what I've chosen to become?
trapped in the webs of complacency
traded in familiarity for freedom.
Is this what i've chosen to become?
I hear my calling fading into a distant hum.
congenial to my delusion, will i ever be free?
Is this what i've chosen to become?
mere prey to the webs of complacency.
Unfortunayely I have very little idea about poetic forms being an ameteur poet, so I cannot really have much to say about the form.. But from an amateurs eye, it fits really well.. However, more importantly, I really loved your poem, the subject matter of it, and your 'notes'.. It is fine specimen of poetry for me.. Thank you for sharing and a big, hearty welcome to Poemhunter Shraddha :)
thankyou so much for taking the time to read. this form is called a triolet, its my first attempt at it. :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Is this what i've chosen to become? mere prey to the webs of complacency. Sigh! Sometimes we are stuck in the web of relationships...And we are left with mere unanswered questions. Welcome to this group of poet Shraddha.
thankyou so much. thanks for reading. :)