A Poem for Another "Fussy Little Form", the Tritina
Drifting where we mustn't go
Spining trees drifting mist wind gently blows
Harder by midday trees lost in the mist
Yet they hold their fruit squint against the wind
We huddle cuddle against still cruel wind
Passion knows no end leaves around us blow
Blowing leaves midst of fruit juices we kissed
Missed the mark ever turns to rain not mist
Drifting where we mustn't go trees in wind
We pick our fruit before wind harder blows
Where blows love's light mist to rain, a hard wind
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- Photos and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2010, 2016 and 2018, All Rights Reserved
- I'm linked with Marian in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/10/fussy-little-forms-tritina.html?m=1
- Marian presented the 'Tritina' poem to us. It is a three verse, three line each structure and ends with another line. The first verse endings are 1,2,3 withe the following verses ending per the second and third lines of the chart below. The final line must contain the words, 1, 2, and 3 in that order. I cheated once, at least, and used one rhyming end word instead of repeating the correct word again.
1-2-3
3-1-2
2-3-1
- The birds are a part I cropped today from a Harbor Picture I took at the Harbor at La Serenta, Chile in 2016 while the tree photo was taken by me near Quebec City, Canada, in 2010. I posted it that year, 2010 in a poem, "Joie de vivre [Joy of living] ", link.Labels: Love Poem, Personal-Challenge-2018, Poem forms, Real Toads, Syllabic Form
posted by Jim @ 10/13/2018 09:21:00 PM
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