This is Just to Say

(a triolet)


Oh, love is not a summer’s day,
for winter comes quite quickly.
Yes, plums get bruised and roses fade.
Oh, love is not a summer’s day.
Huzzah, now let us count the ways,
some things regretted thickly.
Oh, love is not a summer’s day,
for winter comes quite quickly.

PAD, day 7.
Shakespeare, William Carlos Williams, Robert Burns,
Elizabeth Barrett Browning and E.E. Cummings are all in here.
Can you find them? 😉

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10 Responses to This is Just to Say

  1. gh0stpupp3t says:

    Yeah, better poem instead of that weird Irish song.

  2. drnurit says:

    Creative, as usual!

  3. I’m trying to figure out which one would say “huzzah!”

  4. Dusty Writes says:

    Marvelous triolet!!!

  5. drpkp says:

    Love ❤ Love ❤ LOVE ❤

  6. Shawna says:

    Did you mean “let us count THE ways”?

    This is hilarious to me, knowing what plums represent and what else the closing line could mean. And then there’s the word “thickly.” 🙂

    • Shawna says:

      Maybe I’ve made up this other layer of meaning, or maybe you’re a genius who doesn’t get nearly enough recognition for her marvelous brain.

      • whimsygizmo says:

        Ack. Yes, I meant “the” – -and must go amend on the PAD, too. THANK YOU!

        Yes, I knew you’d catch plums, even though you also love WCW. 🙂

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