this pit
in which we sit
prunes me with wounding grit;
how can we restore peace and quit
this skit?
Tag Archives: cinquain
Cinquain/XXX
pages
new, to peruse
revise eyes in stages;
by half past midnight I diffuse
and snooze
Cinquain/XXVIII
again
sweet summer ends
in humid torment, then
gnawing, natty fraught autumn bends
and wends
Cinquain/XXVI
this year
unwelcome waves
washed away darlings, dear;
yea – all shall become sleepy slaves
in graves
Cinquain/XX
forsooth!
bending bone back
afore tearing tense tooth
tacked a terrifying taut thwack
on track
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I had no plans to write tonight, but then I fell during my evening run. I chipped a tooth, cracked my lip, and have a pretty nasty abrasion on my chin.
I was feeling a bit low, so I wrote a little something to make myself feel better.
Tomorrow – the dentist!
Cinquain/XVIII
do NOT
hammer that nail
into Johnny’s top spot;
without him, our musical grail
shall pale
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Cinquain XVIII was inspired by this quirky photo of John Lennon and George Harrison.
Cinquain/XIV
your stone
I do despise
and so amid this groan
my heart regrets such shameful ties
to lies
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In Greek mythology, Sisyphus was a king who was punished for his knavery by having to roll a large boulder up a hill, before it rolled back down again. He was forced to repeat this up and down cycle for eternity.
From this point on, I will only post even numbered cinquains.
Cinquain/I
we dash
down the hillside
towards the leafy brash
until our legs cry and collide
off stride
Cinquain/XII
her blade
rips howling veins
in a radical raid,
committing misbegotten reigns
to chains
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Caravaggio’s Judith Beheading Holofernes is one of my favorite Baroque paintings. Judith’s beheading of Holofernes is the subject of over 100 paintings and sculptures. I recently discovered a beautiful treatment of the story by German painter August Riedel.
Cinquain/IX
his face
comes a calling
at this warm woeful place,
to give me a gruff and galling
mauling
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Cinquain/IX was inspired by this photograph of Muhammad Ali and Joe Frazier taken by John Shearer for LIFE magazine in 1971 before “The Fight of the Century”, in which Ali lost the heavyweight title to Frazier. I have plans to write an essay about this image and its relation to self-inflicted psychological warfare when time permits.
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