Friday, May 06, 2016

Woods Walk

I've been trying to spend more time outside this month, following the Rewild Your Life 30 Day Challenge, and getting more connected to nature after reading Jon Young's books What the Robin Knows and Coyotes' Guide to Connecting with Nature. I've loved bird watching for many years, but man, there's a lot more to know about those humble backyard birds!

I am fortunate to work in a place that is right next door to a natural area, and I often go walking there at lunch. My Poetry Sisters and I are working on writing tritinas this month, so I thought I would use a reflection on a recent woods walk for the subject of my poem.

The lovely Trisha, from the Miss Rumphius blog, explains the form: "The tritina is composed of 3 tercets and a final line that stands alone. Like the sestina, it uses a set of alternating end words–in this case three. The tritina form is a mini-sestina, using only 3 words instead of 6." Trisha has led us in the Monday Poetry Stretch doing this form several times, with amazing results. Our poetry group agreed to work with a personal choice of three words from these six held in common: sweet, cold, stone, hope, mouth, thread.

Here's my first attempt: 

Woods Walking

A day in April; passing sweet -
The sun is bright, the wind is cold.
Our forest breaks at quarry stone.

The dappled shade caresses stone.
A warbler’s calling “Sweet, sweet, sweet!”,
as if we’ve never know the cold.

Or; Welcome it! Refreshing cold!
that echos from old piles of stone
to magnify the warbler’s sweet

sweet song that sings the cold from stone.

Andromeda Jazmon

Be sure to visit my Poetry Sister's blogs to read their tritinas!

 And check out the Friday Poetry round up by Sylvia at Poetry for Children!


Tabatha said...

What a terrific place to walk during lunch! I know what you mean about there being more to know about birds we see every day.
I particularly love your last line. Beautiful!

Tara said...

I love the serenity of this poem, especially this line:"The dappled shade caresses stone".

Sara said...

I adore this poem---it feels old and yet, deeply fresh at the same time. And so, so compact and elegant. The image of the bird calling sweet sweet sweet....and drawing sweet cold from the stones....brilliant.

Linda B said...

It's quite wonderful that you have such a place to go during lunch. I like that final line too, singing the cold from the stone. You've built a beautiful rhythm into this too. I like reading it aloud!

Anonymous said...

I so love your use of meter and slant rhyme here, Andi. Hope you find some lovely birds!

Carol Varsalona said...

It is great to meet you. I was just admiring Laura's tristina and wanted to know more about it so thank you for explaining the form. Your first attempt is lovely and so in tune with your photography. The words unfolded nicely to a great closing.

Andromeda Jazmon said...

@Sara - Yellow warblers are known for that call "sweet, sweet, sweet, I'm-so-sweet". I don't often actually see them in the brush, but I hear them a lot in May.

tanita✿davis said...

Oh, MAN, I'm a little envious of the green-endless-green of your living space. How beautiful, and how blessed you are, with the warblers and the stone underfoot, and the birds.

jama said...

What a lovely poem, Andi! And such a nice place to talk your walks. :)

Liz Garton Scanlon said...

I think my favorite part might be the warbler's call -- I love it!! This is a beautiful, beautiful poem Andi....

laurasalas said...

This is just so lovely, and I enjoyed hearing about your lunchtime walks. The ending of your poem is amazing--you tied all the beauty together with a ribbon of birdsong!

Mary Lee said...

Oh, that last line!

Sylvia Vardell said...

Beautiful! And I love this "rewild" commitment! Thanks for joining the Poetry Friday gathering at my place this week. I'm wishing you a wonderful May-- and beyond!

GatheringBooks said...

I would so love to hear that:
"sweet song that sings the cold from stone" - beautiful.

DMS said...

I love poetry and the outdoors. I love that you have been going outside for inspiration. Beautiful poem! Thanks for sharing. :)