A glass half drunk, a glass half full
Two ways to look at life, my friend
Which way is right, which way doth pull?
A glass half drunk, a glass half full
Does one lead wrong, on eyes put wool?
From life steal hope, give frown no end
A glass, half drunk a glass – half full
Two ways to look, at life my friend
Each tick the clock, should fill that glass
Forget the gaps, which once were found
Forge on, don’t pause, no life to pass
Each tick the clock, should fill that glass
Forget your woes, no screams “Alas!”
Fill life with smiles, burn frowns to ground
Each tick, the clock should fill that glass
Forget the gaps which once were found
The form of poetry here is the Triolet. A triolet is a one stanza poem of eight lines. Its rhyme scheme is ABaAabAB and often all lines are in iambic tetrameter. The first, fourth and seventh lines are identical, as are the second and final lines, thereby making the initial and final couplets identical as well.
Shared at the Thursday Poets Rally, Week 40. (March 24 to March 30, 2011)
Image courtesy of Tess Kincaid at Magpie Tales. Image was given as inspiration for Magpie 10 in April 2010.
Vinay Leo R.
Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.