a phoenix picks at the bones of the year and
their savour, I’m told, is sweet and salt. What
past year is sweeter than mine, is more
salt? these last few months the words have had more
trouble finding me amongst mountains and
flat-bottomed vallies; my voice has changed, what
with its edges scrubbed porous, soaking more
of older worlds. yet the phoenix, bones and
words, and, yes, even my voice, all know what
I should: I’ve all i need here, and what more?
A tritina is a 10 line poem and very much the little sister of a sestina. The last word of each line are the same three, ‘platted’ if you like, into a pattern, and then used in the second half of the 10th line.
poems, prose and pathways
Writer | Artist
Fatos e Curiosidades sobre a natureza e tecnologia
Meditations on Art and Life
"per l' allegria il pianeta nostro è poco attrezzato. Bisogna strappare la gioia ai giorni futuri "
a resource for moving poetry
Linking collage work to the meaning of personal and universal symbols.
This is my adventurous story about buying, designing, and renovating homes in ITALY