sad torrents flow a river storm,
we huddle close in pouring rain.
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As confusing mist and pressures rain,
tender hearts break in early spring
not tempered yet by fierce storm.
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Relentless time brings chill and storm,
We run from love, and cower in rain,
Still many a heart awakes in spring.
Let’s wake and spring toward the storm, we can dance together in the rain.
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©2016, ontheland.wordpress.com
This is a Tritina attempt for Jane Dougherty Poetry Challenge #47. An important feature of this form are the three line endings in the first stanza–in this poem ‘spring’, ‘storm’ and ‘rain’. These words are used in a specific order in each stanza and the closing line. Jane’s challenge post describes the form in greater detail and offers the above image, a painting by Paul Cornoyer (American Painter: 1864-1923) as a source of inspiration.
Ontheland 
‘sad torrents flow a river storm’ —lovely line!
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Thank you 🙂
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That’s a fascinating construction. It would definitely take some thought. I like your result.
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Thank you Laura.
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Lovely poem. It’s so beautiful and meaningful. ❤
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Thank you Vashti.
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Lovely verses. I like the uncertainty–should the embrace love or run from it?
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Thanks Merril. Yes there is uncertainty or not…I was working with a few threads…intertwined with the knowledge gained beyond the innocence of youth. 🙂
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I found that last line really tricky. I love yours, love it all but the last verse especially.
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Thank you. The last line is tricky for me too in the living sense…running towards storm is not necessarily what I am inclined to do but there are benefits and sometimes it is the best option…
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Beautiful work
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Thank you 🙂
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