• Week 49 • Triversen •
echo
quick reflexes between
your thought, my mouth
echo,
ensure you trail, plaintive,
babble my voice.
echo
when i preen: in windows;
shiny things; eyes.
echo,
wait for me while your words
cook and simmer,
echo,
proliferate, surface.
Ah, impatience,
echo;
my nod devalues
all you said yourself.
A triversen poem consists of 6 stanzas of 3 lines, no rhyme scheme and a syllabic structure of 2, 6, 4.
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All due respect, but I think you’re mistaken in the syllabic limitation. They usually fall in that range because of the variable accentual stress (2-4 per line), but there is no strict syllabic count.