Summer Tritina Poems | Examples
These Summer Tritina poems are examples of Tritina poems about Summer. These are the best examples of Tritina Summer poems written by international poets.
Mexican Petunia purple blossoms in the garden
Invite butterflies to visit and drink their rich pollen.
Herb's crushed scent lingers from gathering for dishes starred-in
Maximilian sunflowers' brown seeds stand out and are starred-in
Goldfinches' meals served from our small herb garden.
Bees and butterflies enjoy both of those flowers' pollen.
The first frost soon will destroy all the glorious pollen.
Herbs from our garden will die and the dishes starred-in
Will change to fall and winter plants from our garden
Butterflies gone since no pollen, also dishes that herbs are starred-in from the garden
Finis'
As a child, I played on the banks of a stream
Snaring crawdads and fetching smooth pebbles,
While my shoes and socks became sopping wet.
Wading in the water until I’d be soaking wet
In summer I liked the coolness of the stream,
Selecting and sorting my collection of pebbles.
Smooth and quartz-like were my favorite pebbles
I would pocket them while they were still wet
Until I was through playing in the stream.
I still have pebbles I took wet from that stream.
Written November 9, 2022
I see your face before me as I weep
By water's edge, leaves swirling in the wind
Your touch I feel in this, my frozen hand
I reach for you, but cannot grasp your hand
The tears well up in wintry waves that weep
Warm summer's sun now banished by chill wind
In June there streamed a milder, gentler wind
I thrilled to take your tender, outstretched hand --
O Nature, lift your voice for us and weep
~ Love's whispered promise broken by ill wind
Through the highlands, you can hear the pipes drone.
Every note, riding on a crisp, morning breeze.
In-between, the piped notes; you hear the drum beats.
I go to bed each night, completely beat.
But, I’m often kept awake by the cricket songs and bullfrog drones.
Though the stream’s not close; their music’s carried on a breeze.
I do wish falling asleep, despite their music, were a breeze.
Old bullfrog won’t stop his throaty beats.
His voice, like the pipes, a loud, baritone drone.
Droning notes on a summer breeze,
need good timing like drum beats.
~They Sing~
(The Tritina)
This morn I seem to hear the warblers sing
And it is one of the loveliest things
To think they build their nests among the trees
Then you can hear them singing from the trees
And with such melodious voice they all sing
While my mind think then just beautiful things
When warblers sing I dream of many things
Sometimes I just catch them flying from trees
And as they soar the sky one of them sing
It sings while I think of things, birds and...trees.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014
July.08.2016
~Author's Notes:
The " Tritina " is related to the Sestina and apparently is a twentieth-century invention.