Thoughts of Thoughts

Thoughts of Thoughts

I want to write a triolet
And fill this vacant, empty page.
Pad, pen and coffee - I’m all set.

I want to write a triolet,

Too bad I’m not inspired yet

By thoughts too witty or so sage.

I want to write a triolet,

And fill this lonely, vacant page.

You’d think I’d have at least one thought
That I could turn into a poem.

Really, unless my brain is shot,

You’d think I’d have at least one thought,

But all my thoughts have come to naught.

Perhaps my intellect is foam.

You’d think I’d have at least one thought

That I could turn into a poem.

I’d like to write a triolet,
A witty verse that will delight.

But there’s a chance I might forget

I want to write a triolet.

I’ve not had one idea as yet,

Nor any thoughts on when I might.

I’d like to write a triolet,

A witty verse that will delight.


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