I first heard of the poetic form called a trimeric in Robert Lee Brewer’s “Poetic Asides” column in Writer’s Digest magazine. It doesn’t follow a set rhythm or rhyme scheme, but rather a repetition of entire lines, as you’ll see below.
Here is my first attempt at a trimeric.
Baby Meets Book
Solid little body in dragonfly sleeper
Lurching toward book that she sees on the couch
Glistening with drool, dimpled hands grab the pages
Pulling the sentences straight to her tongue
Lurching toward book that she sees on the couch
Arms are outstretched for the colours and letters there
Eyes and mouth wide as she grasps it at last
Glistening with drool, dimpled hands grab the pages
Flip past the pictures and unending words
Mysterious paragraphs bordered in white
Pulling the sentences straight to her tongue
Wet toothless grin as she tastes all the words she sees
Devours the book from beginning to end
I like this! I could picture the drooly, chubby baby, and loved the idea of her eating the words. 🙂
Thanks, Liv!
I like your first attempt at a trimeric Margaret. I can picture little Juliet with one of her board books – so so sweet!
Thank you!
Memorable images; my favorite line is “pulling the sentences straight to her tongue”, and yes, of course, I can just picture the adorable toddler in question.