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WHCshortverses
- Cinquain |
Cinquain Selections: Solo,
Linked Solo and Mirror
Selected by D. W. Bender, Editor
Florida, USA
| Stephen Clay
Dearborn - Kansas, USA |
Three cinquain:
Gone to Kansas City
Driving
with the top down,
I seek new streets in this
land of red brick and white-boy blues.
Show me.
Bonfire of the Poets
We rise,
our hearts alight,
to gain the autumn sky,
to dance with Cassiopeia
and die.
My Father's Plot
Beneath
buffalo grass,
the "Q" tile rests behind
his shoulder; he always did hoard
that one.
Stephen Clay Dearborn
| Denis
Garrison - Maryland, USA |
Three cinquain:
False Hopes
Wishing
well's black water
promises an answer
but it would be bone-dry if not
for tears
Behold Her
Only
the finest art
fills this gallery where
we stand, gazing. But beauty's in
your eyes.
Flash Flood
A flood,
in sudden thaw,
flows down frozen hillsides -
sad thunder through this stormy vale
of tears.
Denis Garrison
| Darrell Byrd
- California, USA |
A series of 3 love cinquain:
HER FACE
her face
and crooked grin
when we last said goodbye
sweet as the kiss we never shared
that night
ALONE
alone
needing someone
to be with and hold me
in the dark, should I start to cry
again
DREAMLESS NIGHT
awake
in the darkness
reciting the poems
that I wish were of you and me
all night
Darrell Byrd
| Allen McGill
- San Miguel de Allende, MX |
DEITY
The sun
appeared above
the Inca's Macchu Picchu world
to warm the stones. A god, as was
the moon.
Allen McGill
| Carol
Raisfeld - New York, USA |
Two cinquain
Night Chill
Deep sighs.
We almost sleep
under ceiling shadows
a sliver of moon between us
growing
Visiting Day
Her eyes
quiet this day,
innocent ... as she rocks
back and forth still singing the same
child's song.
Carol Raisfeld
| Lisa Janice
Cohen - Massachusettes,
USA |
A cinquain series:
ABUNDANCE
Gather
summer's windfall --
squeeze from each ripe fruit full
measure of golden nectar. Drink
with me.
Wild
orchids flirt with
poppies. Bees meander
from yellow to red, blow pollen
kisses.
Berries
stain our lips blue.
Sweet and salt mingle on
sun-dappled skin. I memorize
your taste.
Lisa Janice Cohen
| Gillena Cox
- Trinidad / Tobago WI |
stillness—
the early hours;
shrill whistle, now cawing,
then the birds all sing together
at dawn.
Gillena Cox
today
we form clay beads
paint them gaudy colors
green and yellow, red and purple
delights
semi (Terrie Relf)
| Victor P.
Gendrano - California, USA |
A mirror cinquain:
Survivor
Often
I have traversed
the thorny paths of life
climbed steep hills, crossed stormy seas, all
alone
I have mocked death barring my way
through weariness and pain
unstopping, I have
forged on.
Victor P. Gendrano
| Deborah P.
Kolodji - California, USA |
Two cinquain
A Bullet from Nowhere
One shot
pierces the norm,
abruptly ends a day—
fear aiming its gun at random
target.
That Old Time Religion
.................She holds
........a rosary,
..bowed head capped with black lace—
......doesn't see the liturgical
. ...........dancing.
Deborah P. Kolodji
| Hortensia
Anderson - New York, USA |
A mirror cinquain:
Ditch Plains Tides
Full moon—
the sea rushes
up to wild rose bushes,
held by their roots to cliffs slanted
downward,
it retreats, dragging through sand dunes
petals gathered in foam
along the pink
shoreline.
hortensia anderson
| D.W. Bender
- Florida, USA |
Two titled cinquain, mirrored:
Clearly
Should I
gaze long upon,
gaze deep, the pool's dark face,
I'd only see the clouds behind
my eyes...
By Sin
blinded...
before birth, how could I have known
that war destroyed the Earth,
the war inside
my soul.
D.W. Bender
