ㅁ A morning's drizzle paints the sea with spots and roundish dapples, green. The gray, cold sky confounds, unfree. A morning's drizzle paints the sea, while trees absorb the gray - that's key - and fish and whales swim deep, unseen, A morning's drizzle paints the sea with spots and roundish dapples, green.
– a triolet. This is something new – I’ve never tried this particular genre of short poem before. It’s pretty highly constrained, which I tend to like, but also repetitive by design, which I tend not to like.
