mordant
silence bubbles
up in our folded throats
and peace, that elusive soap, floats
away
Tag Archives: cinquain
little girl lost (cinquain)
no key
on your person,
freezing under a tree
endlessly praying for someone
to come
rot away
The wings
that carry us
shall rot away one day;
we shall fall if we are not taught
to fly.
24 Toes (a cinquain)
pale pearls,
like muted moons,
beam beneath coffee curls,
as a mellifluous voice croons
old tunes
Cinquain/LXXXVI
scandals,
from mouth to ear,
waft slyly by candles,
whilst tipsy minions strain to hear
cheap smears
Cinquain/LXXXIV
tanks creep
through silent street,
for we have gone to sleep,
and cannot wake up to defeat
the fleet
Cinquain/LIX
beware
of comrades who
consciously withhold their
company when hardships halt to
hurt you
Christmas Cinquain
flowers
bandaged in rime
fall on barren bowers
as a chapel bell meekly chimes
the time
Cinquain/LVII
pixies
prance ere cockcrow
amidst fine sterling trees,
but, dreams will come when morning’s glow
is known
——
57 is an older cinquain.
Cinquain/LXXXII
those beets
smell foul, like feet
encased in dirty sheets;
thank you, but I’ll just stick to meat
and wheat!
—–
When I was a little girl, I really disliked beets. Now, I will consume them with pleasure. I suppose that my taste buds had to mature in order to enjoy them.
Is there a traditional Thanksgiving food that you have/had an aversion to? If you eat this food now, what swayed your taste buds into liking it? Merely the passage of time? I would be interested to hear your stories.
Happy Thanksgiving to my fellow Americans! I hope that you are able to spend the day with loved ones–whether that means family, friends, or both.
