Playing with Tricube Poetry

Phillip Larrea, a poet from California, is credited with creating the poetic form called Tricube. It is deceptively simple. Three stanzas. Three lines per stanza. Three syllable per line.

Time to play!

First Day

Pencils sharp

Clothes sorted

Haircuts trimmed

 

Dawdling girl

excited boy

watchful pups

 

Quiet house

time to write

mother torn

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Brainstorm

Towel* wrapped bod

dripping hair

wet foot prints.

 
Dash through house

kids not shocked

“it’s just mom.”

 

Seize journal

before thoughts

drip down too.

 
*Okay, towel is technically two syllables, but not when you say it the normal way, right?

 

 

5 am on duty

Sound the alarm!

Sound the alarm!

There’s a rumbly monster outside!

It’s getting nearer.

Stand guard!

It’s getting closer.

Louder now!

It’s coming for us!

Time for the power bark!

It’s passing us!

We’ve got it running for cover!

You better keep going you yellow-bellied giantly rumbler!

Our alarm has worked!

We have protected our people!

Now we can return to sleep.

or maybe a good bone would be better.

Yes! I could go for a good gnaw.

That monster got me all worked up.

This bone will get me all worked down.

Just gnaw, gnaw, gnaw

now grind, grind, grind.

Now the other side.

gnaw, gnaw, gnaw

grind, grind, grind

 

OOH! Sue’s eyes are open.

but she’s not blinking.

she’s just staring

at me.

i better make sure

she’s alive.

she’s not moving.

 

I think I’ll go sniff her.

her eyes are following me!

she’s alive!

I bet she’s proud

of theĀ  way

I kept

the rumbly monster away

now she will give me

the best good morning scratch

ever!

worn out dogs

My protectors. They deserve some rest. Maybe I should pop some popcorn. hehehe