Triolets:No more

The new short poems are triolets,or similar to triolets.You can look it up in the first  poem of today.They are  like villanelles but shorter and easier though I find all poems in form are difficult.But it is a good idea  to learnt the forms.I have been rather slow in learning them.In these forms and in the rondeau which derive from song there is more repitition that in other kinds of poetry

The face that was familiar is no more
Yet in my dreams ,he is alive again
If ,by a chance, his life could be restored
It would affect me like the hidden chord
That  if were played, my  own  life would  be o’er
That one must live and one must die is plain
The face that was familiar is no more.
Yet in my dreams ,he is alive again