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But Tonight – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Almost a Triolet

Frank at dVerse has invited us to write a Triolet – eight lines, a rhyming pattern of abaaabab, similar word count to a Quadrille, so forty-four words.





“Sometimes waiting makes the culmination that much sweeter.” ย Lynne Raye Harris


But Tonight

She rummaged her Trousseau,
no time like the present
to be wrapped in a bow,
desperately wanting to impress her beau
who she had kept in tow
because he was so magnificent,
just too long she’d kept it slow,
but tonight impassioned and recumbent.

ยฉPaul Vincent Cannon




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