Category: Cinquain

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Light comes.
I'll get one more -
cup of coffee, that is.
I generally do three cups,
I think.

– a cinquain. It’s awfully quotidian for such a numerologically significant poem.

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Dog walks.
She stops, eats grass.
She vomits, looks annoyed.
Then Dog eats vomit, satisfied.
Great life!

– a cinquain.

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Snow fell.
It fell slowly.
It fell like dull drizzle.
It fell onto stones, trees and sea.
Whiteness.

– a cinquain.

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this guy
came in the store
he just wanted to talk
that's life in a small town i guess
oh well.

– a cinquain.

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It cleared.
And then temps dropped.
This is what happens here.
Clouds are warmer than the sun's gaze.
Exposed.

– a cinquain.

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still dark
it's windy out
tree branches whoosh and swing
there's a sense of isolation
what next?

– a cinquain.

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It stopped.
A few hours passed.
The rainless sky was gray.
But then the slow drizzle returned.
Drought dodged!

– a cinquain.

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the sun
came out briefly
its bright reappearance
left us all at a loss of words
strange light

– a cinquain.

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perish
my destiny
remove possible dreams
perish all my contemplations
shut down

– a cinquain.

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described
adjectival
nice, understandable
derivative, smooth, poetic
simple

– a cinquain.

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Colder.
Crusts of dull snow.
Glimpses of a clear sky.
Clouds rendered in grays, pinks and golds.
Sunset.

– a cinquain.

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each rock
that you have kicked
while walking down the road
settles into its new moment
and waits

– a cinquain.

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Thursday
is shopping day:
we drive to town - the store -
because of the senior discount...
drive home.

– a cinquain.

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Last night
it must have snowed.
But some rain came after,
and with morning, it was just ice.
Crunchy.

– a cinquain.

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Rainbows
coexisted
with a gray cormorant
perched nimbly on the pier's railing,
in wind.

– a cinquain.

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I am,
allegedly,
a person who's patient.
But I think that that's just an act.
It fails.

– a cinquain.

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Slowly
Slug made her way.
The terrain was quite rough.
Obstacles presented themselves.
A quest!

– a cinquain.

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The bear
slumbered somewhere,
deep inside the forest.
Later, in spring, she'd cross the road.
A plan.

– a cinquain.

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Some ducks
patrolled waters
in the sea near our dock.
It was clearly a group effort.
Good work.

– a cinquain.

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Eagle
supervised bones,
with a nonchalant air.
She knew that they belonged to her.
"All mine."

– a cinquain.

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Raven
made a circle
using wings, and the air.
She landed on a leaning tree.
She watched.

– a cinquain.

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They said
that the present
is the best place to be.
Try to exist in the moment,
they said.

– a cinquain.

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They said
the past is done.
It's all immutable,
and there's no point in dwelling there,
they said.

– a cinquain.

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They said
the future comes
regardless of desires.
Intentions make no difference,
they said.

– a cinquain.

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Silence.
Talking is hard,
always getting asked, "what?"
'Cause he forgets his hearing aids.
"Nothing."

– a cinquain.

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Thinking
is just something
that happens in a brain
when some action seems uncalled-for:
deep thought.

– a cinquain.

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Drip, drip:
steady drizzle...
water accumulates,
saturates the cold rainforest,
and flows.

– a cinquain.

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Raven
drafted circles,
despite the falling rain,
ensuring order in the world
through flight.

– a cinquain.

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The trees
dream their dreamings
disdainful of meanings
taking all the time in the world
to grow.

– a cinquain.

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The trees
remain aloof,
both from judgment and doubt.
Instead they ponder the sky's depth
and dream.

– a cinquain.

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The trees
and denizens
of all my surroundings,
anthropomorphized but opaque,
alive.

– a cinquain.

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The earth
pulls us downward,
embraces our dreaming
with warm tendrils of gravity,
and wins.

– a cinquain.

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Coffee
getting cooler
so I can take a sip.
The sky outside completely dark,
predawn.

– a cinquain.