Category: Cinquain

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The road
bore the sun's touch
resentfully, giving
a cold shoulder to time itself,
like stars.

– a cinquain.

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Daylight
shall now be saved,
'cause an hour saved each day
really adds up through the summer.
Useful!

– a cinquain.

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Absent,
those long, dim months,
the sun cleared the mountain,
at last casting shadows on snow,
returned.

– a cinquain.

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No words.
Just the cold wind,
harassing my wind chime,
and the whirrs of a heated home.
Awake.

– a cinquain.

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Outside:
the crusty snow,
punctuated by holes
made by chunks wind-blown off the trees,
like quilts.

– a cinquain.

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Last night
the moon was full:
full of indifference,
fulsome and glowing brightly, too,
full stop.

– a cinquain.

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Each thing,
impossible,
until it's possible,
then you have to give it a try.
Gumption.

– a cinquain.

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The world
that's not yet made,
unfurls with careful lines,
captures the imagination,
takes form.

– a cinquain.

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i sit
watching snow fall
yesterday it was rain
the day before, it had been snow
same same

– a cinquain.

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snow blobs
stuck to the trees
embracing all the stones
coating the road aggressively
cold curves

– a 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.