My heart beats less than darkly sung
with hollowness of restless nights
and whisper with a senseless tongue:
My heart beats less than darkly sung
as trapped in hail with trees unstrung
for wind of fall decays the light.
My heartbeat; less than darkly sung
with hollowness of restless nights.
Today Kerry want’s us to get close and personal in less than 10 lines at toads. This is to reflect a little bit on my nightly angst, that seem to grow with darkness of the autumn. I worked a little abstract in the simplicity of the triolet… I will also link up in the morning with Poetry Pantry.
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October 10, 2015

Oh the vagaries of the night. Nicely said.
Your opening line leads us into the tone of the poem well…I almost chose a triolet for this as well…this one works well!
This was beautifully penned–I love this time of year–saving my angst for spring–
I can hear the whisper of the autumn wind, hollowed cold as restless night ~ I dread these cold nights too~
A lovely triolet Bjorn ~
I do understand the idea of night angst. Especially in autumn, when night seems to descend like a dark curtain SO much earlier. They do indeed make a person restless.
I’d suggest more light at such moments…and deep breathing ~ nice triolet though…
the darkness is appropriate for the approaching cold and bleakness…great triolet…
I hate it times when my heartbeat
becomes restless. It wakes me up
and generally I don’t have sense
enough to feel my pulse. Bummer
Hate when my heartbeat wakes me up
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Nice write, Bjorn. Sorry you have those nights too.
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I am very fond of a triolet, because I like a pattern of repeating lines in poetry. Your pair of repeated lines contain beautiful strong words, and the rhymes convey a strong sense of musicality throughout. This is a wonderful response to the challenge.
The dark rhythm haunts like the persistent swing of a pendulum. Magic drama.
The realization that winter is upon us shows so well in the dark restlessness of this poem.
Insomnia can be most frustrating. Tossing and turning but still wide awake!
Hank
Troubling yet beautiful. Nice change to ‘heartbeat’ at the end.
a triolet is a delight to read aloud. especially with words like these. 🙂
Such a powerful triolet..!! Beautifully done 🙂
Wind of fall decays the night…that’s gorgeous.
I love the repetition – of insomnia – where the clock seems to stay on the same second repeated over and over…skilfully written and conveyed
Ah a triolet..this line stays with the reader long after reading the poem.
“My heart beats less than darkly sung”
There is a restlessness in the fall…perhaps, due to changes.
One of my favorite short forms, so easily mangled, but here as musical and as compelling as a good one can be–your refrain is both melancholy and somehow, …I don;t know, realistic? It just feels like an echo of something basic this season evokes.
Bjorn these lines are beautiful and dark and sad….I can understand this as I feel them too as we darken toward winter. A deep depression can settle on us….a most amazing piece!
Days get darker sooner in the Fall but the colorful foliage makes up for the darkness ~ you can find some brightness if you look for it 🙂
A nice rhythm, a nice flow, to deep feelings.
Have a happy Sunday
MUCH LOVE…
I am becoming increasingly intrigued with this form, which is popping up everywhere since Mary featured it at dVerse. The repeated lines make your poem even more darkly haunting. Wonderful writing, Bjorn.
I know that hollowness all too well, and you drive the message home with skill and grace.
I agree, autumn nights can stir a person up..
Reads almost like an old Elizabethan piece. Haunting – that rhyme that returns is like the heartbeat.
splendid writing (as if I would expect anything less from you)!
I am an insomniac and do not mind the night, although sometimes, I too have this night time angst. True description of that angst and wonderful use of the triolet.
Gosh. What a burden to have such heart beating without solace and company … or at least without being able to give attention to the external world. Powerful.
This is my favorite time of the year, but can readily understand the feelings within your well written poem. You see the early darkness, while I can’t resist the color,
Elizabeth
Beautiful! Sad, melancholy and beautiful.
Lovely stuff Björn, despite its melancholy. Luckily I don’t know these nights.
Anna :o]
I know how this feels… Because I have experienced this!
A lovely sibilance in these lines, Bjorn–really like a whisper with a beat. k.
That opening line is very powerful.
Yes, the troilet, with its 8 lines & two refrains kicks the prompt & rocks it. There in Sweden, it must be getting dark before you are home from work. I love the line, as did others /as trapped in hail with trees unstrung/.
This triolet flows beautifully … the content just seems to work so well with the cadence and repetition.
dark and beautiful.