August Stanza 9. Upon

It is August and so Jane is doing : a chain of images each one suggested by the last word in the preceding poem. They’ll be short, a single image of just a few lines. It will be interesting to see where it ends up by the end of the month.

Kat will be doing short 3,4, or 5 line poems no syllable counts of rhymes, starting with the word ‘August’ on the first day. The last word of the poem will be the first word of day two’s poem, and so on until the end of the month.

Finally I shall be doing all types of poetry but each poem will start with the last word in the preceding poem.

Today’s poem is a Triolet

Upon.

Image from Pixabay

Upon who’s orders are we bound,upon who’s doors for answers pound.

Are we so lost, never to find our way.

Have we no emotions left, lost today.

Upon who’s orders are we bound,upon who’s doors for answers pound.

That sweet innocence in life we slay.

Manon is God, see good die, fall away.

Upon who’s orders are we bound,upon who’s doors for answers pound.

No hope left for us, the end’s here, all’s dust.