Classic Cinquain; a five line poem – syllable count of 2-4-6-8-2,
Heaven
Heaven’s
damp ceiling seethes
its inner dome shatters,
flailing souls become homeless air
rising.
Didactic Cinquain: a five line poem: Noun/Description of Noun/Action/Feeling or effect/ Synonym of initial noun.
Slash
Forests
alive, fragrant
protecting, bowing, beseeching,
eco system’s calm serenity
Jungle
Author: Anita Lubesh
I write poetry/prose/stories/short stories/verses for children/sketch/and have 6 chapters of a novel sitting there like that half eaten trifle in the fridge or bottle of Jack Daniels because something makes you afraid to eat it or drink... right now..
I am a proud Geordie from England's northern hemisphere and the beautiful city of Newcastle upon Tyne. I live with my lovely husband who came all the way from sunny California just for me, and my favourite animal, Bobble, our dog.
I am a member of Greenpeace and Friends of the Earth and wish we could all do more, especially today, when such a lot is wrong.
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Very nice piece of written poetry, cool a new style to explore, throughout my own poetry world..
i also see that you dropped in for a read,
thank you,
chris
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You’re welcome, and thank you for your thoughts. There were more variations than I remembered…it has evolved considerably. I prefer the original.
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To evolve! Is that not the key to life…
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Hopeless air and the image of heavens dome shattering really grabbed me.
Slash, neatly compacted the makeup of woods, firests and jungles, the things we need to survive.
Were they intended to interconnect? Either way complimented one another perfectly.
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Sort of interconnecting mini rants on hot topics of mine and anger they conjure. I needed two Cinquain examples so perhaps in there was the urge to do that. Glad you enjoyed them or that they grabbed you.
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