​In the interest of growth as a poet and the expansion of consciousness as well as connection, I like to try new forms. I loved the rhythm of the Rondeau before I knew its name, having read, In Flander’s Field years ago. The Triolet below is close kin, and I hope (no pun intended) to get better with the form.
Learn more about the Triolet form on Poetry.org, The Academy of American Poets, found here.

You are that hope to which I cleave
when I am in the clutches of despair.
With just the thought of you I am relieved.
You are that hope to which I cleave,
that gives me the strength to believe
that I am worthy of one who cares.
You are that hope to which I cleave
when I am in the clutches of despair.
~
M. Zane McClellan
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