On this perfect day
I watch you throw rock after rock
into a mountain stream,
Your words a constant flow, a stream
of consciousness; all day
I lean against this rock
and listen while the trees rock
the sky to sleep. Clouds stream
across the edges of the day.
What would I not give for another day, another rock, another murmuring stream?
Christine Hanolsy 
First thought: Someone’s missing their vacation. Second thought: Hooray! Tritina time! Third thought: rocking trees and the babbling brook of a child.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I had a moment, when we were camping. A perfect one. It just took a while to pull out the words. 🙂
LikeLike
The image of trees rocking the sky to sleep is beautiful!
LikeLike
I really like this form of poetry. It’s beautifully done.
LikeLike
You make tritinas seem so effortless. The image of the trees rocking the sky to sleep is simply beautiful.
LikeLike
I think this is the first one I’ve written that isn’t iambic. Next I’ll be writing free verse! *boggle*
LikeLiked by 1 person
Me stretching is working in iambic tetrameter instead of pentameter. You can see how well that worked out for me this week.
LikeLike
You rocked that tritina. 😉 Beautiful!
LikeLike
It’s one of my favorite forms. 🙂 Thank you for the compliment, but your pun made me groan out loud. *grin*
LikeLiked by 1 person
🙂
LikeLike