Inspiration is overrated. Think marathon. You are creating poem after poem here. When everything is done you'll assess what gets worked on. Save it all, but you may pull a line out here a line there. You may choose to workshop four or five of these. The issue is to do what you're doing and keep writing.
Here's my attempt at a Tritina, and my move. They relate in my mind even if it isn't always obvious in the poem.
The Climb
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The mountain is a meditation;
oily granite pocked by pale light.
Silence has weight, cold as gray stone.
Hands crimp in this ascent of stone,
becoming my meditation,
breath, a contrast of fog and light.
At the summit is there a light,
an end to that tunnel of stone—
a lone voice my meditation?
Struggle is a form of meditation, where light dapples stone.
Here's my attempt at a Tritina, and my move. They relate in my mind even if it isn't always obvious in the poem.
The Climb
c6
The mountain is a meditation;
oily granite pocked by pale light.
Silence has weight, cold as gray stone.
Hands crimp in this ascent of stone,
becoming my meditation,
breath, a contrast of fog and light.
At the summit is there a light,
an end to that tunnel of stone—
a lone voice my meditation?
Struggle is a form of meditation, where light dapples stone.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson