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What say you poets of this Trigee?
Life /A Garden
Through the change---- like garden variety
life's many swings---moods of colour
Different emotions--- in a Crystal metaphor vase
Dealt with each day--- petals of opportunity
A new challenge ---- presents itself
Posted this earlier only got 2 replys thought of doing it again, thanks for the comments!
The Trigee is a three-in-one poem.
They are built by combining two short poems into a third large one
by stringing the lines together.
The left stanza is read first, the right stanza second,
then the combined lines make the third poem.
There are no rhyme and meter requirements
Mixtli that was Reenie the queen of Trigee! Thanks spitfire for your compliment!
ooops so sorry mispelled your name Sptfyr anyway thanks!
Edit to the verses above!
Dealt with each day, . . .petals of opportunity
New challenges . . . present themselves.
Yes I do Grandma Jane they are a inspiration and joy to me!
Yes I do Grandma Jane they are a inspiration and joy to me!
4 Answers
- SptfyrLv 71 decade agoFavorite Answer
This is very good. I especially like the right side as a poem, but they are all wonderful. Great overall message too.
- MixtliLv 61 decade ago
I haven't been answering much lately but I've been reading still, and I remember reading this one.
I can't remember who's answer this was but:
petals=plural
itself=singular
Therefore:
Dealt with each day, . . .petals of opportunity
New challenges . . . present themselves.
I thought was a good suggestion.
Thanks for re-posting.
- Anonymous1 decade ago
That's very lovely; "crystal metaphor vase" is a metaphor itself, for poetry. Well penned...
- Anonymous1 decade ago
Life is....................................A beautiful arrangement
One with thorns......................But short-lived
We bleed...............................Each day
It's a trial..............................Yet must be held
Close to the heart..................Ever closer
Though it wounds us.............Without remorse.
I hope you really do breed Maltese dogs. They are so adorable (Andrew got a raw deal). Bless you sweatheart, you write a lovely poem.