Assuming that your end words are one, two and three, here is the order of use:
Envoi: using one, two and three (in that order, or possibly not, depending on whom you ask)
With only three lines per stanza and three end words, the notion of "folding" isn't quite as clear, and it means that the words come up far closer together than in the longer form. On the one hand, it makes it harder, because YOU JUST USED THAT WORD. Often literally (end one stanza with it, start the next with the same one). On the other, it's shorter than a sestina.
As many of my poetry sisters will tell you, and as anyone who has tried to write really good haiku, tanka, cinquains, and the like (basically, the forms I covered here during National Poetry Month in April) would likely say, writing a short poem is often far more difficult than writing long. It's kind of like that quote about letters by Blaise Pascal (also attributed to Mark Twain, Cicero and others).
I've had the first four words sitting on a notepad on my desk for months now, waiting for the rest of the poem to show up. And then I got this "write a tritina" project, with a choice of six end words: sweet, cold, hope, stone, mouth, and thread. I decided to write about the colors of silence, which for me come from things like weather (actual or emotional). I couldn't really explore this idea as much as I'd have liked, and may still write another poem about this, since I'd love to be able to talk about the other sorts of silences (anger, confusion, resentment, fear, anticipation) and their colors. But for today, here's my tritina:
Silence Comes in Colors
by Kelly Ramsdell Fineman
Silence comes in colors, some of them sweet—
the orange space between a lover’s breaths, the cold,
white silence of snow, the greening swell of hope
whether in feathers or not. The absence of hope
is a harsher sickly lime—nothing sweet
about it, or its relative, despondency, a cold,
hard putty, so hard to scrape off. How refreshingly cold
the clean blue of reconciliation, or the hope-
tinged wish for reconnection. Sweet,
sweet the colors, warm or cold, when there’s hope.
You can find my sisters' posts at the following links:
Laura Purdie Salas
Andromeda Jazmon Sibley
Sara Lewis Holmes
Liz Garton Scanlon
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