The tritina is a tricky form to get right. I’m beginning to think that about all poetry forms, so perhaps that’s a sign of progress. We should be suspicious of what seems too easy. Reading these poems I would say that you have all found where the difficulties lie with this form, notably how to use the repetition effectively without it sounding just…repetitive. You have all worked hard to work this one out, and the results are tremendous.
Sarah managed to get an entire story into her poem
Spring in the park: Tritana for Jane Dougherty | fmme writes poems
I like the interpretation Grammy gives to the look of less than total infatuation on the girl’s face. She is the one doing the leaving. The narrator witnesses the change in roles—the man left alone in the rain, without an umbrella 🙂
Sri loves the rain and rather than symbolising the fleeting nature of love, she uses it to illustrate its joyfulness and purity.
Ken works in a shift in perspective in the last stanza that changes the poem completely, from wistfulness to deep sadness.
Endless Rain | rivrvlogr
Manpreet’s poem uses the perspective of the narrator to contrast with the perceptions of characters she is observing in the park.
Poetry Challenge (1) by Jane Dougherty: a Tritina – The Chemicalist
Leara’s poem is full of spring hopefulness.
On a Bench in the Spring – LearaWrites
Kim’s poem uses music and the ephemeral nature of rain and the changing seasons to illustrate the transience of love.
Rhapsody in the Rain
Merril’s poem tells another story, shifting in emotions from romantic and hopeful to sad reminiscing.
A Spring Story | Yesterday and today: Merril’s historical musings
Imelda’s poem is another hopeful one—after the winter we always get back our spring.
RAIN – MY WALL
Kat shares my vision of desperation in the girl’s face. Her poem mingles spring flowers and endings.
Forget Me | like mercury colliding…
The characters in Janice’s poem share emotions that are as changeable and volatile as the seasons.
Hearts’ spring – Ontheland
Kerfe’s is an impressionistic poem with words as light and hard to catch hold of as the emotions she describes.
Light Shift New | method two madness
Thanks so much to all of you for participating. Don’t forget to look in tomorrow for a new challenge.