City lights reflect neon streets where late
Night rain cannot cool the heat of summer,
But pools in reds, yellows and brilliant blues.
Steam clings to the pavement where jazz and blues,
Blend with Latin percussion, drumming late
Into the dark, moonless heart of summer.
The flavor of Mississippi summers,
And the soulful pain of Chicago blues
Stir the night when it is never too late.
The big city has the late summer blues
(Susan Donahue 2008)
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Dear t2w writers and poets:
This was my first try at a tritina, a poetic form that is more or
less a half-sestina in which the endwords of the first stanza are
repeated in different order in the next two stanzas and strung
together as the final three words of the 10th line.
The following poem by Gloria Carpenter explains the form well. Why
not have a go at it?
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.