A sudden storm hurling snow, Dark clouds shielding starlight, Crystal swirls forever rushing.
Headlights strain, forbidding rushing, Unless I wish to die in snow, I sit tall and pray for starlight.
Kind street lamps mimic starlight, Showing road past flurries rushing, At last I see through veils of snow. Dancing snow, enchanting starlight,no need for rushing.
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This poem is in Tritina form as prompted by Jane Dougherty’s Poetry Challenge. A Tritina features repetition of the three end words in the first stanza (here: snow, starlight, and rushing). Repetition must be done in a specific pattern. To read more about this form, please follow the challenge link above. To assist with the challenge, Jane offered a few end word options, including the one I chose (snow, starlight, and rushing).
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Nice one, Janice. Loads of movement in this, and you even managed to get that subtle shift of emphasis in the last line. I’m impressed 🙂
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Thanks Jane. Your prompt words for the line endings really helped–first, conjuring the memory of a recent night drive in blinding snow and second, helping maintain the discipline of the form–using prescribed words at the end of each line.
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I like the way you find a whole different set of ideas just by reordering the last words. Interesting.
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Yes the form is very interesting–looking forward to seeing how other people’s thoughts sound in its format (in your wrap-up).
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I find that’s the fun of these kinds of poems, the changing word positions shade the meaning. Well done indeed Janice!
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It’s a nuance that eludes me. Maybe I’m not looking at it the right way, but getting that shift in meaning is a tour de force indeed.
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I find that the shift comes naturally as the word order changes thus changing the syntax, especially in more complex forms that force you to really play with language to fit the form’s constraint.
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It doesn’t come naturally to me, I’m afraid. You’re right, it does make you work hard to find the right words to fit the constraints.
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I’m usually surprised to read that shift in meaning in my own work. I tend to find them when I reread and then I wonder where did that come from?
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True, that does happen. Serendipity 🙂
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I love serendipity. I love it even more when other people point it out 🙂
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Lovely poem. I love the last line!
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Glad you enjoyed it 🙂
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I loved this. I have felt this way myself, and to hear it expressed in this manner – who would think three words could lead to painting a picture like this?
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Thank you.. You’re right… Jane’s prompt words got it going and because of the form, kept it going.
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