the prompt over at NaPoWriMo went like this today:
Write a tritina. The tritina is a shorter cousin to the sestina, involving three, three-line stanzas, and a final concluding line. Three “end words” are used to conclude the lines of each stanza, in a set pattern of ABC, CAB, BCA, and all three end words appear together in the final line.
I always struggle with form poetry. I feel it restricts my word-usage, which then makes me feel as if I'm trapped in a room with no doors. Poetry anxiety?
I tried my best, and here is the outcome:
I was nineteen when I found the stars,
Hot July summer boiling my black-sky dreams.
I stood back-packed, slack-jawed and calling.
I longed for a soft body made of love but words kept calling
So I laid upon the grass of fall, conversed with leaves, swallowed stars
Flailing beyond gray-haired storm-skies toward white-clean poet-dreams.
Now thirty-four has found me drinking dreams
Like chamomile tea, black-creamed and calling
Me back from books of the Beatniks, sun-signs, and lost stars.
Bohemian sister with my basket full of dreams, calling out names of stars from a busy city street.