a sign,
of the bare spine
that used to slumber here,
when nights were long, and love was sheer,
and fine
Tag Archives: cinquain
cinquain 2021 i
plum trees
never ask why,
when the deities please,
their buds, in the blink of an eye,
must die
elusive soap (a cinquain)
mordant
silence bubbles
up in our folded throats
and peace, that elusive soap, floats
away
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