I had a bout of insomnia last night, which, amongst other things, led me to the discovery of a form of poem called a Triolet. It's moderately complicated, and I'm not going to try to explain it, but I found it via this awesome online poetry generator. Here are a couple I came up with. A while ago `Grandchild coined a fabulous word, "pseudodeep". I think both of these qualify as that:
We readjust the tattered mold
thus rehabilitations start
so unfulfilled, so very cold
we readjust the tattered mold
so smudged, so very uncontrolled
so doctrinaire, so very smart
we readjust the tattered mold
thus rehabilitations start.
We are the unprepared frontier
you thread the sacrificial sailing
you are convincing and unclear
we are the unprepared frontier
so reappearances disappear
so overblown, so unavailing
we are the unprepared frontier
you thread the sacrificial sailing.
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The generator is here: [link] (updated to correct link)







Rose kissed me to-day.
Will she kiss me tomorrow?
Let it be as it may,
Rose kissed me today.
But the pleasure gives way
To a savour of sorrow; —
Rose kissed me to-day, —
* Will she kiss me tomorrow?
Rose kissed me to-day.
Will she kiss me tomorrow?
Let it be as it may,
Rose kissed me today.
But the pleasure gives way
To a savour of sorrow; —
Rose kissed me to-day, —
* Will she kiss me tomorrow?
The morning sorrows rise
So hazy are the views
Oh how the summer flies
The morning sorrows rise
Murky, cloudy skies
I hear a voice - who's?
The morning sorrows rise
So hazy are the views