Awash in aching loneliness
© REDCAT
Without touch, painfully alone
Life lacking closeness, witch friendless
Awash in aching loneliness
Alone, no hugs, living loveless
A tactile ache deep in my bone
Awash in aching loneliness
Without touch, painfully alone
I has so much fun writing a Triolet, and I got a lesson in – some fears is just a form performance anxiety from an untrained mind. Had to smile at myself.
I, who love rhymes and rhythm in my poetry should embrace meters and foots. Not flee from them. So here’s another try, this time I’m quite sure I’ve broken the iambic tetrameter, since I choose loneliness to rhyme on. But the heart wants to express this, so I didn’t argue.
The world according to RedCat 
Sublime 🖤
Sadly, Brutally, Sensually, Poignant ❤
i like the repeating line about loneliness and its pain.
I’m glad you felt the fear then moved on and did it.
That loneliness can kill us. Good for you trying out a poetry form.
You have woven this one very well… loneliness is one of the deepest sadnesses.
Painstakingly honest and beautiful 💝💝
It turned out quite well! I like to play with different forms and structures now and again; the restrictions compel thoughtful word choice and support the words with an intrinsic rhythm. Nice!
I always enjoy repetitive forms. Well done. (K)
These days of social distancing such pains just become stronger