by ShyErraticTable
This poem was mentioned in Wednesday's New Poems Reviews. Your prowess with triolet is clear, now you've done villanelle so well. You can try the terzanelle if you wish {should be a piece of cake after this}. But I'm waiting for you to tackle the Everest of Form Poetry and go for the sestina! {Or there's the glose if you want a break.}
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You may be surprised but I loved this poem because it was so patently false. Not in terms of the heart’s truth. Not even in terms of the belief of the lover. There I believed every word. But because without the shelter of arcane poetic design, the words of an almost desperate lover came across transparent for what they are: an utmost effort to put a spell or convince himself pr the loved one or the world that his love to his loved one is unlike all the others. In this effort he exposes the inevitable vulnerability of all true lovers no matter what maneuvers they pull to protect their soft loving core. You could say that what I loved most was that all too human effort to hide (even from our selves) our own vulnerability.
Now pour this kind of raw content into one of your newly found poetic formats – and I can see a poetic explosion!