2009 Form Challenges

#22 Tritena

A 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:

A.. B.. C...
C.. A.. B...
B.. C.. A...

The meter is not specified but is usualy tetrameter or pentameter.


A ten line poem we’ll write, just you and I
But let’s call it Tritina, shall we, love?
Connecting lines together...fun with you!

Could we take turns so I could share with you?
Although it might be hard, for sometimes I
Begin with words you might not like or love.

But we could try, okay, for I would love
Co-ordinating all the lines with you
At last, our own creation, you and I.

It ends, Tritina says, with I love you.

Gloria Carpenter

Tritena Challenge Replies

Maryse Achong

That Certain Smile

Deborah Bel

Heart Strings
Hey Y'all (Reply)
It Is War
River Rush

Gloria Carpenter

Hey Y'all
I Wonder
Let Go and Listen
To Love

Divena Collins

Does Time Stand Still
Shadow of a Rainbow
When Love is True
Ye Herbal Garland

Lorainne Dafney

Standing on a Rock

Jeff Feezal

Tended Love

Jem Farmer

Hearts's Questio
Looking Back
Silver Angels
Wizened Crone

Ryter Roethicle

Austere Moods
Celestial Thoughts
Flying High
How do I Know
Luna See
Mind and Soul
Right or Wrong
Room 420
Southern Lights
Starry Paths
There is no pain
Three Lanterns
Undenied Love

Khia Taylor

Moon Rejoicing

Nia Wynne

Astral Promise

Maryse Achong

That Certain Smile

She's different from other kids; her smile
Tells of an inner grace, a beauty so
Profound and joyful, this child so precious.

A blessing her parents thought life precious,
Welcoming her arrival with a smile,
Knowing no matter what, they'd love her so.

And now people have heard her story so
They all recognize that she is precious
And everyone's affected by her smile.

An angel with a smile that's so precious.

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Deborah Bel

Heart Strings

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.


Hey Y'all

Aww shoot, ma dear, what's that ya'll say?
Lamentin' 'bout us folks that live down here?
As sure as shootin' we got service in the south!
Before ya'll go and put down the south,
Ask anyone born and bred and they'll say
Mama and apple pie were invented here!
All them there Yankees a visitin' here
Understandin' not that we're relaxed in the south,
Sure 'nuff mistake it for slowness, or so you say.
Americans though, say Here, Here for the south!

(Reply to Gloria Carpenter)


It Is War

I have no wish to hurt you, Mr. Mole.
My view was clearly made, blocking all your tunnels
Or the large cat scents I did place around my home.

No squatter's rights exist to the ground at my home.
My house, occupied, takes precedence, Mr. Mole.
Cease and desist in the making of more tunnels!

This trickery you used on my dogs at your tunnels.
Surely they knew, this place was not your home.
They bother not a scratch or a bark for you, mole.

(It is war with this mole who tunnels at my home.)


River Rush

Its water rushes on, quickening, this winding river,
Rolling round orbs, tumbling, next to silt forming
Beds for spawning, hidden, along root lined paths.

Water fingers splay, opening, to sweep these paths,
Parting but come again, curling, to run with this river.
We stand in muck, planting, new homes are forming.

Once proud trees, falling, now the dams forming
New breaks ahead, splashing, spurring the water paths
To continue on, rushing, down this snake bent river.

Winding river, moving, ever forming your paths.

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Gloria Carpenter

Hey Y'all

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.


I Wonder

What made me think our love was true, ever?
We laughed so much, of course it felt like love,
and yet, I questioned, time and time again.

You’d frown at me and say, "Not this again,"
each time I asked if you would leave, ever,
and this is how we lived ~ in fear, not love.

Yes, now I know that letting go is love,
for love so true shares freedom. Once again,
a lesson for my heart. More than ever,

I wonder if I’ll ever love again.


Let Go and Listen

These things I write about, like fear and love,
can sound so simple, written from the heart,
but getting to the letting go takes time.

On many paths we travel over time
in hopes that we can find our way to love ~
to be here, now, connected to the heart.

For isn’t that what beats inside us? Heart,
the rhythm of life that ticks away at time
and says let go and listen ~ I am love.

Let love be in your heart, for now’s the time.


To Love

In order to connect, you must be free.
By that I mean in touch with who you are,
Not needing someone else to make you whole.

For love between two people who are whole
Allows each one of them to still be free,
Accepting, without question, who they are.

If someone lives in fear of who they are
And hides behind a mask, they are not whole
By letting go of fear, they will be free.

To love, be free, connect when you are whole.

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Divena Collins

Does Time stand Still?

Does time stand still for man.
They say this is certainly true,
For no one would ever be late.

It is not on the cards to be late,
This example has been set by man
When hands of a clock shows true.

If then what they say is true
Why then are we all often late,
Could it be an excuse from man.

For a man, it is true, when he`s late.


Shadow of a Rainbow

When you walk with your loved one,
Through the shadow of a rainbow,
You then both, shall become soul mates.

Two magical and mystic soul mates,
When both spirits become as one,
Through the shadow, of that rainbow.

When Shadow`s fade with the rainbow,
They shall still, forever be soul mates,
For both their spirits merge as one.

Soul mates, thro`magic rainbow, become one.


When Love is True

Love is such an easy word to say.
And has to dwell within thy heart
Unconditional love, deep with feeling.

A love that`s true, has deep feeling,
And words are much easier to say,
Spoken with love, within thy heart

If it`s not embedded in thy heart,
It has no meaning nor feeling
There will be nothing left to say.

I say, from my heart. with feeling


Ye Herbal Garland

O ye sweet Garland of aromatic Herbs,
Olde Thyme recipes from ancient Sage
From an olde cookery herbit, named Basil,

Sweet Rosemary was betrothed to Basil,
They dwelt in a woven garland of Herbs
Which was made for them by olde Sage.

Being the wisest old thymer, was Sage,
And an accomplished friend of Basil,
Who Wove them their home for Herbs.

Where Basil and Rosemary begat, a tiny Herb named Sage.

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Lorainne Dafney

Standing on a Rock

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



For years they met and drank their tea
Sharing new gossip and secrets
The way old friends can do so well

They knew each other's habits well
As they stirred each cup of hot tea
Its steam carried years of secrets

Invisible just like secrets
Time and aging suited them well
Moments savored over steeped tea

Tea and time and secrets blend well

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Jem Farmer

Heart's Question

In my silent thoughts there is one question
echoed in dreams of my own fantasy
where love is the only thing that is real.

But how can a love within dreams be real?
All my doubts resound that very question
even in the lost worlds of fantasy.

If life is just a dreamer's fantasy
then the love I feel is as true and real
and my mind can resolve the heart's question.

No question; a fantasy love feels real


Looking Back

Countryside walks, warm in our woolly hats,
birds singing in the hedgerow, our music,
houses in the distance sparkle with lights.

Dad creating a fuss over fairy lights,
while we make paper chains and party hats,
and radios crackle with festive music.

Carol singing in the Square, to recorded music,
dancing into the night beneath winter lights,
and sharing a kiss neath mistletoe hats.

Old hats nod to choral music in church lights


Silver Angels

A winter world of magic greets a child
as they awaken from a night of dreams
and see Yule trees kissed by silver angels

Around the fire they sing like the angels
as the Goddess Mother bears the Sun Child
and the world can once again fill with dreams

. So precious are the distant childhood dreams
when we had the blesséd sight of angels
and viewed the world with the eyes of a child

. A child's dreams are gifts from holy angels.


Wizened Crone

With her blackened staff, she turns slowly round
As in the ancient days, at the beginning,
And as she will again for eternity.

She calls the powers of eternity
to the sacred circle she has cast round
as she speaks in words of the beginning.

In candlelight, stories are beginning
of ancient worlds and life's eternity
we sit and listen, as the Wheel turns round.

In a circle gathered round, at the beginning of our eternity.

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Ryter Roethical

Austere Moods

The music plays on, this time without you here
I must reach for my pen and write my thoughts
The music is sad, and my thoughts are so austere.

What is the reason why I feel so very austere?
That's simple; it is because you are not here
You have left, and that pervades my thoughts.

Now all I have is misery to share my thoughts
There is no wonder why my life is so austere
My misery begins at home, in fact right here.

Right here, my thoughts, create a world austere.


Clestial Thoughts

Meteor Shower

I suddenly realised those flaming flashes
May have been a world like our real world,
And was torn apart by cataclysmic forces

What was the crime to deserve these forces
Are they meant to serve as warning these flashes
Or are we on a highway of a greater world?

Then I think of the beauty that is our world,
And realised we have experienced lesser forces,
Storms and the power of lightning flashes.

Flashes, light the world, and tell us of her forces


It made me wonder was that world old
Then, violently, without thought or regard
To any life contained within, simply blew up.

Did it collide with another and not blow up,
And were we seeing two world equally old
Like teenagers on the road driving sans regard?

Is life on a world so cheap there is no regard.
Or like the culling of teens as they grow up
And only the wise or lucky worlds grow old?

Will Earth grow old, is there regard, which way is up?


Flying High

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 intercom blares, breaking our mood as we join the world below.



I gently hold your face in my hands
And then I see the look in your eyes
I can feel myself drawn deep into you.

This way I can see the love within you.
Feeling your face gently caress my hands
Making all sorts of love with your eyes.

You know you possess me with your eyes
Sometimes I wish I'd that power with you.
Until I feel you surrender to my hands

We share my hands, and your eyes, and you.


How do I Know

How do I know she is my love?
So many things tell me she is mine
Look at her eyes and see them glow.

See her smile, look at her glow
Her look tells me she my love
Her touch tells me that she is mine.

Keeping her serene making her mine
Then bathing in her afterglow
Only makes for a stronger love.

She is my love, forever mine look at her glow.


Luna See

The moon misunderstood my remark about the rain,
She ran off, and is hiding in a dark layer of clouds
The night ignoring us proceeded with his storm.

Is she so like some humans she hides from a storm,
Or like us does she enjoy love games in the rain,
Delighting as we sport and welcome dark clouds?

Perhaps she wishes to play hide and seek in clouds
Amusing herself in the mêlée caused by the storm
Appetite sated and thirst quenched by the falling rain,

See the moon play in the rain, and clouds, during a storm.


Mind and Soul

My mind cannot hide anything it thinks
Each moment is taken with love for you
And you have taken over my very soul.

Please be careful and do not hurt my soul
It was meant to last forever but now thinks
Like me that considers us both parts of you.

Know I am infatuated, nay smitten by you
But now realising we also share your soul
Makes my mind sensible in what it thinks.

What it thinks, is about you, and our souls.



I do not care anymore for tomorrow
For any dreams I had have been dashed
Scattered like the ashes of last nights fire.

What of the fuel that created that fire
Should I gather more to use tomorrow
Or has truth been completely dashed?

I will prove that hope has not been dashed
By building a bigger and greater fire.
An optimist ever, I will rebuild, tomorrow.

It is tomorrow, the past is dashed, look at that fire.



What does it take to prove my love
Do I need to slash my palm and mix our blood
What would it prove to see that scar?

I am me; I have more than one scar
But they are of the flesh and not of love,
And what would it mean, if was of blood?

Soldiers not lovers spill their blood
And there are many ways to earn a scar
There is only one way to prove ones love.

And how is love proved by blood and a scar?


Right or Wrong

Speaking of what we know in life
From all we've heard and all we've seen
We all do things that are right or wrong.

But what is meant by right or wrong,
And what is your experience of life?
I'm sure there's a difference you've seen.

You have been to places I've not seen,
Perhaps think that what I do is wrong,
I certainly lead a different style of life.

Know that in my life, I've seen a lot of wrong.


Room 420

We should never forget our yesterdays
The good times past that are held inside
Those special things we love to remember.

How well we spent those days remember
Making them the fondest of our yesterdays
Leaving us happy and forever warm inside.

Better still the nights together spent inside
A room that we shall always remember
Making it the best days of our yesterdays.

Remember that room and the yesterdays spent inside?


Starry Paths

Two lovers looked towards the sky and wished.
A star in the night sky winked back at them,
Thinking she'd granted their wish they smiled,

If they knew otherwise would they have smiled,
And did the Heavens know what they wished?
The star did not intend for that wink for them.

Lovers are known to part, it was not for them,
Rather than them be beguiled she agreed and smiled,
And then granted what they had wished.

Two lovers wished long love for them, and Heaven smiled.


Southern Lights

As I sit here in the comfort of my chair
I'm watching the heavenly fireworks
Appearing in a cacophony of colours.

Only the heavens can create these colours
Certainly not a man sat idling in a chair
Nor man create these curtains of fireworks.

If you doubt a God then see the fireworks
For only a God could create these colours.
Even whilst he was sat idling in his chair.

Oh for that chair; Oh the fireworks, the colours.


There Is no Pain

How can I look into the eyes of your pain?
They seldom blink nor do they ever change
When they are closed it is the blackest night.

And yet somehow it is the worst at night
I wish I could hold you and ease that pain
How can it be done, how can things change?

This voyage without you, cannot be changed
For where I am there can never be night
And unlike you I will never again feel pain.

There is no pain, there is no change, there is no night.


Three Lanterns

I have three lanterns that hang over my door
The first you cannot ignore, the light from the past;
Or go past the present that light we should explore.

We must move on and in doing we must explore
Then in time will be given the choice, which door?
Carefully making judgements from what has past.

But instead look ahead from what will soon be past,
Sometimes too much misery and it hurts to explore.
Some move too fast and miss that all important door.
In the future is that door, the past will cause us to explore.


Undenied Love

I saw in her the sadness of eternal love denied
And in newly loving her, the prize of victory
She claimed was lost, but I wished to be.

How much I dreamed how deep our love could be.
None of it could ever be, so easily denied
And also how can love ever be called a victory.

We lose ourselves we share a soul, "a victory?"
Aye we give ourselves complete, that has to be,
And that is when true love cannot be denied.
It's not denied, how sweet my victory, can be.

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Khia Taylor

Moon Rejoicing

I draw a lonely breath of Autumn harvest
sullen sounds drown out the sigh of Moon
my stars no longer glide the sky tonight.

Within the dark, some shimmer hope tonight
portion me from thy unbounded harvest
from abundant breast of full and luminous Moon.

I cast my stars back to expanse of Moon
and wait for healing rain to fall tonight
I yield to the fill of restoring harvest.

Now whole, I dance rejoicing under the harvest Moon tonight.

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Nia Wynne

Astral Promise

On an astral plain we found how to meet
And carry out a new path to be friends
So we went there for the promise of love.

If there is sun there, there must be some love
Love that comes from light and two who would meet
Meet in the mental byways of true friends.

Forever's promise has the guise of friends
For no singularity in the universe is love
Lost upon, but upon obscure plains meet.

We meet, we befriend, we in all realms love.



Heaviest on the brow and in the heart
Every word an effort of pure will
Aching high magnitude so I can't win

Deadly beasts seeking defeat to win
Above my soul poised for pains, by heart
Cauterizing those thoughts from my will

Having held reign long enough for pens will
Ever dipped in inks blood and oath to win
Howling screams descent into cracked heart

Broken heart and shattered will can't win.

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