Triolet on Love’s Blessing
The more I give away, the more I gain,
Like bread loaves in a basket, without end,
Love flows to me and cannot be contained.
The more I give away, the more I gain.
My heart so fills with peace from love’s refrain
That souls around me can but comprehend.
The more I give away, the more I gain,
Like bread loaves in a basket, without end.
Hal C Clark
May 2010
A triolet is an eight line poem in which the first line repeats as the fourth and seventh lines and the second line repeats as the eighth. The rhyming pattern is abaaabab. It looked like an interesting form and I had an idea for a short poem, so I tried it.
The “bread loaves” of course refers to the feeding of the 5000. I find in my life I find myself so filled with God’s love that I overflow to others. If you are filled with love, you can’t contain it all and it will find a way out.
Enough preaching, I suppose. I do enjoy exploring new ideas and would appreciate your comments any time. I appreciate those who read my poems and comments.
One final note: We went to see “Letters to Juliet” today and it was refreshing to see, in our world of violent and senseless movies, a warm fuzzy movie. I really liked it.
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