In the dark her love shines Like a broken lighthouse Frozen ahead in one direction Blind to what is around her Like a broken lighthouse Her heart sits abandoned Unattended by a living hand Frozen ahead in one direction Her vision is fixed on a horizon For a lover that’s not coming back Blind to what is around her Artificially alone in a life That is far from empty
This poem is an example of a trimetric as offered by Grace as her prompt over at dVerse Cafe.
1. Trimeric has 4 stanzas
2. The first stanza has 4 lines
3. The other three stanzas have 3 lines each
4. The first line of each stanza is a refrain of the corresponding line in the first stanza (so 2nd stanza starts with the second line, third stanza starts with the third line, etc.).
5. The sequence of lines, then, is abcd, b – -, c – -, d – -.
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with poem like this no body’s life is empty.
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Life’s never empty, but we have to recognize the boats around us.
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T.,
Enjoyed this. The broken lighthouse is the perfect image to convey loss, longing, grief, and finally blindness.
pax,
dora
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I thought it was a good metaphor for something that used to be a guide point and then crumbles in its breaking.
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You made me flash on THE FRENCH LIEUTENANT’S WOMAN. You rocked the prompt, delivering a tidy trimeric.
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I’m not familiar with it, I’ll have to check it out.
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Delicate and insightful.
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Danke.
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You never disappoint. Also, thanks for the follow.
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Thank you, and you’re welcome.
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Really great, T.J. Sweet but sad. I like how you expand on the meaning of all these statements in this form.
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I found the form (at least in my mind) lent itself to it.
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I agree. It’s an interesting form. These challenges are interesting for introducing me to new forms.
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I agree. I don’t tend to use strict form in my own writing, so I figure it’s good developmental practice.
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This is heartbreaking. The topics of love and abandonment, and how it takes the narrator through a grieving roller-coaster, it’s powerful, deep, and sad. Beautifully and solemnly penned.
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Like a broken sailboat on the shore. Thank you.
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Wow – a frozen lighthouse – such a powerful metaphor, TJS. Well done!
❤
David
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Thanks David
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“Like a broken lighthouse her heart sits abandoned,”… this is piercingly beautiful in its pain and depth.. sigh 💝💝
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How sad and forlon this is. I applaud her for her love and devotion though the lover is not coming back. Well done with the form.
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Maybe someone will fix it yet.
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Oh my! This is excellent. Well done!
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Thank you!
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Great poem filled with reflection. I guess, it’s a reminder that sometimes one needs a change of view. Sad, that he isn’t coming back to her.
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Always looking to the inconsistent sea when we’re steady on shore.
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BLAMMO Trimeric, T! I bow.
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You make such a good point with this poem: sometimes we become so fixated on what we have lost that we are unable to see what we have.
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Yes, just the lighthouse, we’re not very useful when we’re myopic.
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Oh. Oh. The lesson in this piece is shining — while played to the tune of faux melancholy.
these lines are profound:
Artificially alone in a life
That is far from empty
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As I often tell people, we’re only as alone as we allow ourselves to be.
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truth.
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The metaphor of the broken lighthouse is really effective – no sweeping light to help her see beyond her grief – brilliant.
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No, a lights use is on how you use it, not just that it exists.
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Ahah.
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Great metaphor for the emotion conveyed in the poem and great image too. Interesting idea that the lighthouse, which is a lifesaver for those marooned or lost at sea, is broken. it makes it more poignant.
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It could save others, but not itself.
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Fixation – It’s sad and worthless. 🙂
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Correct observation.
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Far from empty. Hope arrived in stanza four! I love the progression in thought here.
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So easily we can be distracted by Sorrow and miss the life that continues happening all around us, and unfortunately in a situation such as this — Without us. This was an excellent bit of writing.
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This is amazingly reflective and honest poetry.
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Thank you!
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My pleasure.
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The lighthouse is a great metaphor, and I particularly love the ending which gives a sense of hope… there are other things in life after all.
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There are, but few things help us realize our true purposes, such as a lighthouse is useless without boats.
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