Best Tritina Poems
When anxious thoughts linger through a grey maze of silence,
I search for metaphors of hope in trembling twilight-
while ink refuses to bleed~ heart fights for balmy dreams.
Yet in darkness, like mauve stars sequined with cosmic dreams,
I find rhymes that serenade to the rhythm of silence,
and in dreariness, I draw twinkling faith from twilight.
My fears are tangled between threads of waning twilight,
as the fragility of mind mirrors misplaced dreams;
I've long been caged in a sanctuary of silence.
Silence is an art for angst, amidst dreams of twilight.
"recently scenes of early life have stolen into my mind, like breezes blown" - Samuel Taylor Coleridge
I walk the shore alone beside your voice
How alive it seems, chiming with the wind
Its chant as ancient as the sea
Here, the cliff where we first saw the sea
Here you proposed with a shake in your voice
My whispered 'Yes' snatched by the willful wind
Your last wish: your ashes, set free on the wind
The waves break sadly, forlorn from the sea
As I turn to the pull of yesterday's voice
Your voice on the wind lures me to the sea
10/18/22
Past Memories, 'T' Form contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Form: Tritina
The Wind and Sea
The mighty wind unleashed its gusty song
across the tranquil, undulating sea,
and stirred her body with his breath-filled kiss.
Set out to resurrect the dormant wave,
with ever-gaining speed, began to ride
her surface till it formed the throbbing swell.
She came alive with joy from wind's strong kiss,
and quivered to the music of his song
to join as one...the wanton wind and sea.
Vibrating life into the waking swell,
as higher climbed the ever-mounting wave,
the wind pursued its frantic, urgent ride.
In rapturous communion, wind, and sea,
succumbing to the magic of their song,
together formed the wave with passioned kiss,
and reached the grand finale of their ride;
with great dynamic thrust, exploding swell,
at last attained their thrill, the highest wave.
Wind's lusty song has left the tranquil sea;
its breathless kiss has bid farewell the wave
to end its ride, and put to rest the swell.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Premiere Contest: 2019 Poetry Marathon Mile 11
Sponsor: Mark Toney
Judged: 01/17/2019
~2nd Place~
Premiere Contest: The Poet's Fire
Sponsor: Gregory R. Barden
Judged: 12/07/2017
~1st Place~
Contest: Wordscapes
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Judged: 08/17/2016
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The Tritina form is a mini version of a Sestina but there are three Tercets
of three lines and a final line which uses all three words; 10 lines total.
The three Tercet's use the same three ending words in a pattern.
I intermingled two Tritina using six ending words in the required
pattern with the last tercet using all six ending words from both of them.
1st Tercet: 1 2 3 song sea kiss
2nd Tercet: 4 5 6 wave ride swell
3rd Tercet: 3 1 2 kiss song sea
4th Tercet: 6 4 5 swell wave ride
5th Tercet: 2 3 1 sea kiss song
6th Tercet: 5 6 4 ride swell wave
7th Tercet: 1 2 3 4 5 6 song sea kiss wave ride swell
I wish I knew how, had ability to turn
away from you and not look back to see if it
affected you, my turning away, walking off.
I want you to miss this, and I fail to pass off
the distance as a gravely unfortunate turn
of events, see truth within desperation, it
blinds, consumes, and (I hate to, but) I admit it
impossible to justify the breaking off
of any contact to once again inward turn.
I want to reach within, find this, and turn it off.
Breezes rock the park - a soft sway of sun.
They are rosebud-faced, floral lace-swaddled,
sun-smiley; rapt eyes watching butterflies.
Their fingers dance in air like butterflies.
They are plump peaches ripening in sun -
sweetest fruits of parent care, love-swaddled.
Little one, I think of you, heart-swaddled
but free to fly soul skies with butterflies;
rising in my mind each day like the sun.
Your soul flits with sun-swaddled butterflies.
in memory
My heart resembles the fragility of a petal.
Blossoming behind metaphors within poetry.
The beauty is in the grandeur of their silence.
I portray my words for you to study my silence,
but you seem blind to how I'm wilting like a petal.
You always seem to believe it's the art of poetry.
Would you still love me if I stopped writing poetry.
Could you comprehend my timid tongue's silence,
so I bloom in your garden as an evergreen petal.
Seek my petal soul in poetry, beyond the silence.
Pulling with hands soft and smooth as glazed clay,
Her foot prods the pedal, turning the wheel.
She basks in the bliss of a beautiful mess.
She's learned art is born from that carefree mess.
Moulding with hands caked in layers of clay,
She makes artwork dance on that spinning wheel.
Her bones creak along with the aging wheel,
Silver hair spattered by flecks of sweet mess.
She glazes with hands rough and cracked as dried clay.
Beyond clay and wheel, life spins a fine mess.
*Form: Tritina
The darken theater held them there they sat
she looking down and he looked out together
neither spoke, they came together but alone.
So many married years had passed each more alone.
She looked down and chatted on her phone, he sat
near me, we starred toward the movie together.
They never knew how sad they looked together
but all could see, and none envy, two alone.
I shook my head and sat silent as they sat,
side by side, they sat together, but alone.
*Tritina
The wait has been too long but now it’s time
To hold with love what she yearned for
No words for joy but grateful tears.
The radiant face aglow with sparkling tears
Cradling her child for the first time
She knows it’s been worth waiting for.
The fruit of mutual love she’s thankful for
She feels its breath and sheds warm tears
A lasting bond will grow in time.
A precious gift is born; it’s time for tears.
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1st line of each tercet & final line = pentameter
2nd & 3rd lines of each tercet = tetrameter
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19th July 2014
Contest: Tritina Challenge
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Her eyes show so much emotion inside
She has certainly formed a trail of tears
Leaving marks where the tears rolled down her face
There’s no greater pain than what’s on her face
The feeling she has, grows from the inside
She cries so much there are a lot of tears
She knows no other way but to cry tears
Sullen look forms on her, right on her face
Crying also happens way deep inside
From inside she cries tears onto her face
Entrant into Andrea Dietrich's "Introducing Tritina (a new poetry form for you!)" contest
2/12/2013
Some things are really hard to remember
Like some of the answers to a life test
When we make a mistake we sometimes fall
I do not stay down whenever I fall
Forgive when others choose to remember
Only then will you have passed the true test
Many people will never pass this test
On their knees many will not choose to fall
The days are over that they remember
Remember life's test and you will not fall
For Andrea's Tritina Contest
Challenging and fun, hopefully I got it right.
A yellow finch chirps a sweet melody
As black-capped chickadees steal the show
A blue jay circles in the air for food
Robins in the grass finding worms for food
As a red cardinal sings his loud mating melody
I watch out the window enjoying the show
Two hummingbirds at the feeder, putting on a show
Fighting until they stop to perch while sipping liquid food
Crows appear, cackling and squawking their own melody
I enjoy hearing the melody of birds while watching them put on a show searching for food.
2/15/19
It is calm in the woods and on the pond,
where mother swan and her baby glide in peace;
my camera has captured this amazing love.
The woods, meadows and trees are full of love,
I am entranced by the green hues of woods and pond;
there is nothing that could hold me in such peace.
Though the woods is full of noise I feel peace,
birds chattering mingle in a sweet song that I love;
and I stand listening to gliding swans on the pond.
I adore this scene on the pond, of peace, and sweet love.
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February 12, 2019
Poetry/Tritina/Calm In The Woods
Copyright Protected, ID 02- 1114-225-12
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, A Tritina For Messina
sponsor, Charles Messina, Judged 02/2019
Second Place
Aurora's Magic
The midnight wind splashes magic
Across a canvas of velvet ebony
When Aurora twirls in a winter dream.
Sparks of fantasy light up a fandango dream
Dancing neon waves spin with celestial magic
Electric rivers, purple-green, flow through stellar ebony.
Firestorms of enchantment play upon ebony
Showers of splendor sparkle in rosy dreams
Rippling prisms casts spells of dappled magic.
Dappled magic enchants ebony midnights with Aurora's dream.
(Valentine's Collection)
7.
Your heart, in its joy, forever shall sing,
the peace in my world, from your love, does come,
my Valentine, caress my gentle heart.
Oh, queen of my soul you do rule my heart,
we dance in the stars to the song you sing,
soon my beloved love's moment is come.
To the starlight stream, your beauty has come,
now my beloved step into my heart,
glory displayed as love's song we do sing.
I sing as love does come into my heart.
15/01/2019.