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- American Cinquain |
Editor's Selections by Debi Bender
Florida, US
| Darrell
Byrd, California, US |
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Good Dog
good dog
led a good life
today, took our last walk
stroked his head, as his tired eyes said
goodbye
Darrell
Byrd
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Eagle
eagle
with deft wings spread
sailing on unseen drafts
take me with you, for I too drift
alone
Darrell
Byrd
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| Victor
P. Gendrano, California, US |
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First Love
Those eyes
have haunted me
since your fourteenth birthday
when they uncoyly conveyed you're
in love.
Victor P. Gendrano
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| Elizabeth
Howard, Tennessee, US |
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Winterscape
looking
for jonquil buds --
exotic frost flowers
grow, even from the old garter
snake hole
Elizabeth
Howard
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| Deborah
P. Kolodji, California, US |
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Eternity
two names
carved in one stone
married into silence
wind whorls twirling in the churchyard -
soul dance
Deborah P. Kolodji
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Inspiration Adrift
A lost
poem drifts below
currents of memories,
submerged in old dreams, floating out
of reach.
Deborah P. Kolodji
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| Laurene
Post, Florida, US |
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Good-night Tide
Such tears
flow down your cheeks!
The kiss I give comes back
salty as a conch shell fresh from
the sea.
Laurene Post
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| Carol
Raisfeld - New York, US |
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Pink Pail
Let's see,
how many shells
can one little girl fit
into the pink pail before her
nap time.
Carol
Raisfeld
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| zephyr
- California, US |
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Wanderer
journey
through wind tunnels,
a tiny voyager
crosses the galaxy to breathe
earth's air.
zephyr
Victoria Tarrani
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Lisa
Janice Cohen - Massachusetts, US |
Fault Lines
a cinquain sequence
Questions
without answers
lodge themselves in my throat.
I choke down the replies. I can't
ask why.
My voice
whispers soft apologies, pleas
you'll never hear. I fold
the words into
a prayer.
No peace
finds me in sleep.
I search for respite, taste
the ashes of bitter dreams, shed
old tears.
I hold
too tightly; your hand squirms in mine.
You dance away, laughing
and leave me with
this pain.
Lisa Janice Cohen
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Yiskor
a cinquain sequence
I burn
with shame, avert
my eyes, forced to witness
the triumph of brutality--
this hell.
Hatred
begets hatred
and blood sheds blood--rust red.
Palestinian and Jew, joined
at last.
Who mourns
this death with me?
Will you recite Kaddish?
Cover mirrors? Rend your garments
in grief?
Tell me
again how peace
will flower, fertilized
with the bodies of all those dead.
Tell me.
Lisa Janice Cohen
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The American cinquain is a 5 line, syllabic
(2-4-6-8-2) fixed form poem developed in the early 1900's by Ms. Adelaide
Crapsey, an important early imagist. Her profound study of metrics, and tanka
and haiku translations influenced the form's creation. The line rhythm is often,
but not always metered by iambic feet. Like haiku and tanka, based in nature
using concrete imagery.
See
Symbiotic Verse selections for Linked Cinquain
Read
Cinquain Workshop Valentine Cinquain
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