NaPoWriMo Day 14: Today’s prompt comes to us from TJ Kearney, who invites us to try a seven-line poem called a san san, which means “three three” in Chinese (It’s also a term of art in the game Go). The san san has some things in common with the tritina, including repetition and rhyme. In particular, the san san repeats, three times, each of three terms or images. The seven lines rhyme in the pattern a-b-c-a-b-d-c-d.
Whispering on my neck, he leaves me essentially senseless;
Resistance is as futile as finding the perfect shade of lipstick;
Neither of us knew we possessed this deep capacity for love;
His quiet strength, attracts me, and colors me perfectly breathless;
Happiness has stopped teasing us; whispering, “This is no magic trick.”
To essentially ignore this is as senseless as thwarting God’s plan;
By the sound of his sweet essential voice, whispering from above;
Resting in the perfect shade, there is no doubt he is my man!
~Just L (April 14, 2016)