TritinaA while ago whilst surfing for Sestina, I came across this mini version. Having bookmarked it for further investigation I promptly forgot it. Much later whilst researching ten line poetry, I came across this form buried in the depths of Google and remembered my earlier bookmark, and found that this form was not a one-off, and there were many examples of it, thus making it deserving of a place in the Ten Line Poetry site.
Being modeled from the Sestina, there is no rhyme scheme, instead it comprises of three stanzas using the same three words in a Sestina like pattern, and a final line which uses the three words in the starting sequence:
C.. A.. B...
B.. C.. A...
Tis an undefined tugging that sends me out to find
My heart that lies awaiting upon a blessed isle,
While these eyes see waters of an endless stormy sea.
Oh blessed wind, do briskly turn and sail across the sea
With calming whisper rising cross the waves to find
That place where all may come and rest upon that isle.
Oh fair and joyous day, when I do touch that isle,
Quite hidden by the clouds and the mist upon the sea,
When eyes will see that place I've often hoped to find.
To find that blessed isle within the stormy sea.
(Reply to Gloria Carpenter)
It Is War
Hey y’all, he says from somewhere in the south
U.S., with shitfull internet service ~
No longer any time for writing verse.
Today I ate fried food and wrote no verse;
Such is the way of things here in the south,
Vexatious place, needing better service.
It is life’s purpose to be of service.
Lamentable, this lack of writing verse.
Lost in labor, Tritina has gone south.
'Ere down south, internet service is verse.
Let Go and Listen
I'm standing on a rock
If I jump right off the front
I'll land in deep water
I try not to slip into the water
I maintain my balance on the rock
Keeping my eye on what is in front
I must remember what lies in front
Dark, swirling, angry water
As I stand like a statue on this rock
This rock in front of troubled water
Our love is fertile, my heart she did plant
Great care she gave and watched it grow
For I was her sunshine, she was my soil
No bad days allowed for happiness to soil
Joyous days were like seeds, yet to plant
We expanded our garden with room to grow
Kaleidoscope of colors within it would grow
All the rainbows of living contained in one plant
Our home became more than rich darkened soil
A plant is life which only grows in loved soil.
As crows attack their nest, the magpies dive.
"Beware", they shriek to neighbours, "come and help!
Usurpers threaten eggs and young, defend!"
"Our brood and future are at stake, defend!"
assault the enemy with beaks; fierce dives
From everywhere the magpies come to help.
disrupt the fiends’ formation; joined, the help
troops soon are proving stronger, still defend
as crows’ attempts grow weaker with each dive.
A joyful dive thanks help- here to defend.
Above the clouds the sun streams in
The strains of Mozart ease my mind
As I sit back gazing at the world below.
Feelings grow looking at some clouds below
And I wonder at the world I’m in
That the heavens could provide this mood.
All too soon we must change this mood
Rejoining once again the world below
And change the state we are living in.
The in-tercom blares, breaking mood we become the world below.
How do I know?
It is tomorrow, the past is dashed, look at that fire.