“Sad Harlequin” by: Lladro
my broken heart is hurting, so
tears now reside where joy ran free.
I will not smile today, you see
she loved my gold, but not so me.
Played for a fool, I did not know.
I will not smile today you see,
my broken heart is hurting so!
(revised © 2018)
Very melodic – and oh soooooo true of the unsmiling broking heart. Yours is a very art deco blog – quite creative and beautiful . . . I’m off to explore some more of your creativity. I simply love it! I left my other blog (Journal of Reflections) link in this comment; do stop by if you have a chance –
Thank you most kindly for Looking in the Mirror today – and leaving such beautiful reflections of Sunday Mornings. Peace, Light and Love, CordieB.
Thank you Cordieb…
oh very nice triolet, Rob, I liked the way the punctuations changed the lines so…good to be reading you again.
Thank you UL…
The punctuation change is very good. I liked this a lot.
Thank you Gautami, I am pleased you noticed…
Now that’s a good triolet, I also like the way you’ve changed the punctuation in the repeating lines.
Thank you Crafty…
i knew it was a tri’something’.. just couldnt get the right word.. hehe.. love it.
Thanks San.
This triolet definitely grabs me, and in part, because of the punctuation marks at just the right places! I can hear you reading it aloud…it’s so clear, and so simple, and still profound in that we all have probably felt this way at some point (tho no one has ever wanted me for my wealth!)
Thsnk you Jan. I used to love reading my work, but lost thst ability when I updated… 🙂
this makes me feel sad
It dupposed too, hlad it did.
Sad, but cleverly done. I liked that.
As always, thank you Anthony…
Lovely in a very melancholy way. 🙂
That’s a cathartic emotion at times.
Money doesn’t buy love, and it’s not necessarily money, or the lack of it, that brings joy, or sadness.
A lesson for us all.
Certainly not genuine love Stan.
This clever and sophisticated triolet conveys a load of sadness and disillusionment. It also is an original response to the prompt.
You are indeed an accomplished poet to achieve a profound effect with simple words and few!
Granny, you are slways so kind…
Hey Rob, quite elegant.
Love Lladro – can’t afford it, of course.
Me either Richard… 🙂
Structured poetry or not (I am not a fan of it usually either!), this one sings with feeling!
Beautiful!
Gemma
Kind words Gemma, thank you!
just lovely!
Thank you.
What a great Lladro image to combine with this sad sad poem!!! And what a frightful person who loved the only the profit and not the means by which the profit came…
Happens far too often…
So simple and yet so full of emotion! Well done!
Thank you Linda, means a lot coming from you!
oh this was nicely done… i too am not a fan of form,, but sometimes,, like this,, it really does work to the writers advantage…..
You know my position, but had to try this. It was satisfying…
Ah, so sad.
Still, a lovely poem.
Yes there are times to quite smiling.
Ain’t it so Tammie.
Great one! I’m still playing with that form myself. It’s addicting… 🙂
Thanks TexL
What a beautiful poem. What a BEAUTIFUL poem!!
Thank yoy thank you Shammi…:-/)
Great one.. I love the rhythm!!!
The Journey Home
Thanks…
Good troilet, Rob. Getting the meaning to shift subtly is so hard to do!
So glad you enjoyed this Jane, I played with the punctuation one more time in revising this. I like where it is now.
Deceptively simple, but all the powerful and effecting for that.
Thank you James, gor your very kind words.
Nice central line tying the triolet together: “she loved my gold, but not so me.”
The root of the matter Frank, cause of the sadness…
A beautiful triolet Rob. And the LLadro piece is perfect!
Thsnk you Linda, and I agree on the Llardo… :-/)
Creative and well-written triolet! I like this form.
Thanks RW. Not always a fan of form, but I liked this…
This was the best choice of form for the theme and for that charming Lladro image. When we are broken-hearted, we tend to go in circles and you have done the form credit!
Thank you for your kind words Jilly… :-/)
I feel the weight of his sadness. The form gave his emotions weight and intensity.
Glad this resonated for you Imelda… :-/)
The subtle shift and slide in emotion and meaning was so well done. Palpably poignant
Alas… being played happens… and in the end it hurts to be the fool