Hay-stacked Soul
In a dusty old barn your lost soul stays
buried under a thousand of dull dry hay
in doubt if there is hope to even pray.
When is the last time you solemnly pray?
during those blissful years your life once stayed?
when you harvest sweet fruits, not lifeless hay?
Life wheel’s now turned, you now live with stacked hay,
do you think your weary soul can still pray?
or will you choose a sea of grief soul-stay?
—you won’t stay in the midst of hay, just pray.
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©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo credit: Nick Scheerbart
In response to Daily Post: Faraway and Napowrimo Day 7.
Our (optional) prompt for Day Seven comes to us from Gloria Gonsalves, who challenges us all to write a tritina.
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The Tritrina is a very short form of the Sestina introduced by American poet Marie Ponsot.
The Tritrina is:
- stanzaic, written in 3 tercets followed by a single line envoy.
- metric, iambic pentameter.
- written with an enfolding end word pattern of
stanza 1: 123
stanza 2: 312
stanza 3: 231
envoi: 123
Brilliant!
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Yay! Thank you Nandita! This is quite a tough form to write. 😀
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Yes I attempted a sestina sometime back. Then i told myaelf, Sestina never again. Lol.
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HAHA! This one’s the shorter version of sestina and because of what you said I think I will not try it ever! 😀 😀 😀
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Lol. I died on a sestina, but was resurrected by my Lord on a line 🙂
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Lord? 😀
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Why does it surprise you, my princess?
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I am just not quite sure if the Lord in my mind is the Lord you have in mind. 😀
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Oh well, in that case we need to talk. :):) lol
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hahahhah! that is true! 😀
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Lets hangout sometime! 😉
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oh yeah. i miss hanging out with you. work’s been so busy -_-
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Wow Rose, you certainly cracked it with this Tritrina! 🙂
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Oh thank you dear Judy! 🙂
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My pleasure 🙂
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❤ ❤ ❤
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You have certainly nailed it with this thought provoking post. Excellent!
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Yay! Thank you very much for reading and commenting! 🙂
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The pleasure was mine. 🙂
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I hope he/she won’t stay buried under the hay, which symbolizes our day to day worries/reality. I hope he/she will climb out from under and pray. I should take my own advice 🙂 Great poem, my friend. This is a cool form.
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Awww. Thank you for interpreting the poem beautifully, Mel! 🙂 I think she might not. Because she knows Who to call already. 🙂
A cool yet tough form! 😀
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🙂 You’re welcome. I’m glad to hear that my hopes are well founded
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They are indeed, dear Mel! 🙂
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Encouraging poem this morning! 🙂 It is fun learning poetry form on your blog. 🙂 Happy writing, Jeanne
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wow! thank you! 🙂 I am glad you are learning and I am also glad to share the forms with you. Let’s learn together! 🙂
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I will come out of the dull dry hay and pray tonight! What a soul food poem.
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Oh thank you very much, Gloria. 🙂
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You are an amazing lady. Hope he’s not stuck under the hay forever. That would be just too sad.
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Thank you, Jacq. Once he/she remembered to pray, he’ll/she’ll get out on the stack of hay. 🙂
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WOW WOW WOW–this tops the list for me; your talent knows no bounds!
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Really??? I am not actually that confident with this one because it is quite tough form to write.
Thank youuuu!
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I loved it–especially the theme; and you did very well with the form, Rosema!
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oh dear! that’s too much! ❤
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Never too much–xxoo, Azul
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awww. ❤ ❤ ❤
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🙂
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Wonderful job on this form. I like the image of stacked hay. It’s like he’s been working away harvesting but had forgotten God is supposed to be number one and will provide.
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yes! that is so true, Mandi! Thank you for sharing your insights. ❤
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Hay as burdens so overwhelming as to feel trapped under bales. I think the water of grief will make things worse, as far as the metaphors go. Better pray, as you say!
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oh. the water of grief. wow. your words felt like a poem in itself. 🙂 thank you very much!
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thank you very much! 🙂
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Astoundingly well written and beneficial for
a freely available web blog post! Thanks a bunch for this share!
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You’re welcome! 🙂
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