ㅁ short words can seem easy but longer words stretch out unexpectedly extensive precise
– a cinquain.
Category: Cinquain
Caveat: Poem #2491 “Robins”
ㅁ Robins everywhere: hopping across the road, making noises among the trees, being.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2479 “Heatwave”
ㅁ sudden summer-like temps and a bold, glaring sun wilted my young broccoli plants... life's hard
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2478 “The deal”
ㅁ the trees made a bargain with the chthonic powers: you'll feed us well, and then later, we'll die
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2477 “Don’t forget me”
ㅁ blooming forget-me-nots Alaska's "state flower" spontaneously appearing right here
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2473 “Did I plant that?”
ㅁ Some plants which put up sprouts in the greenhouse's dirt have remained unidentified. Some weeds?
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2467 “Concretization of the a priori”
ㅁ city: full of nouns, verbs... all parts of speech deployed for some discursive purposes; made real.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2458 “A decision”
ㅁ Raven spiralled downward surveying the parked cars and chose a black truck to land on, content.
– a cinquain.
#Poetry #Cinquain
Caveat: Poem #2457 “The natural evolution of things”
ㅁ The sun, in the morning, gave way to clouds, later, which then switched to spitting strong wind, and rain.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2452 “The neighborhood improvement association”
ㅁ This guy with a machine came along our dirt road and hacked down many shrubs and trees. Un-treed.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2451 “A small mammal experiences regret”
ㅁ The mouse in the greenhouse dug up my planted seeds. Annoyed, I put a trap in there. Sad mouse.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2450 “The travails of retail”
ㅁ "It's dead - no customers," I told my coworker. She felt bad for me, so she bought something.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2449 “The process of composition”
ㅁ Formless thoughts drift like clouds, congeal into phrases, and then appear on blank screens. Easy.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2448 “Transience”
ㅁ The sun made a visit, tasting the trees' branches, encouraging the budding leaves... then left.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2447 “Unwise creature”
ㅁ Dead mouse. Caught in a trap. It had been seeking food. So it came in the scary house. Bad move.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2446 “Sorry, we’re not a pawn shop”
ㅁ "Shorty" came in the store. He was hard up for cash, wanted to sell his liquor flask. Oh well.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2445 “Finding meaning”
ㅁ fragments all distorted reassemble themselves form a semiotic collage of dreams
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2443 “Bear for sale”
ㅁ The bear, disconsolate, sat staring at the world. Sadly, it was made of fabric. "For sale."
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2442 “Regression to the mean”
ㅁ Last night it snowed again. I guess that winter's mood was maybe a bit nostalgic: unsprung.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2441 “The itinerant”
ㅁ The tide left us behind, and showed the rocky shore. But mere hours later it brought back some ducks.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2440 “Unanswered”
ㅁ Raven had things to say, added commentaries... it seemed to be a monologue: alone.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2439 “Time to kill”
ㅁ I sat in a small cafe found unexpectedly while the car was getting repaired. Small town.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2439 “Overheard”
ㅁ They said they'd all meet up, discuss their summer plans, and sing about their children, too - those birds.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2438 “Abandoned plans”
ㅁ I thought: just don't forget, all those dreams from last night. But by the time I sat for breakfast, they'd fled.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2437 “A present now past”
ㅁ a store in a small town that sells random tchotchkes does custom matting and framing i'm there
– a cinquain.