The Familist (Triolet) Poem by Butch Decatoria

The Familist (Triolet)



Were you but my familiar, charmed
A chain and cross for the Quietist
Oh Love, we will not suffer such

Were you a kept vigil, an owl in the barn?
Must keep the Peace, it don't take much
They may praise such New age heretics

Old words we feel familiar warmth,
Loving fewer Still we furious familists.

The Familist (Triolet)
Saturday, December 29, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: family,religion
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Butch Decatoria

Butch Decatoria

Olongapo City, Philippines
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