Writing on the Fly #6: Silent Promise (A Tritina)

Life and death come together. From ashes we rise, to the dust we go.

Laissez Faire

YeahWrite.Me has a new post on the trinita.   Another poem style I have never heard of or done.   I decided to use one of the word groups provided.


From the first breath silent
and gasping, a promise
made an echo drop.

A tick-tocking time’s drop.
The minute moments ever moving silent
to years pressing promise.

Forever running from the promise
with a sprint, a dodge, then the beats drop
and the heart trembles silent.

Death returns silent — to collect life’s promise — with a breath’s last drop.

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  1. Thanks for the reblog. Video am glad you enjoyed the poem.


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