Now that we have moved into the “month of love,” I thought I’d dig back through my cinquain archives and take a look at some of the love cinquains I’ve written in the past. I will have to write some new ones this year, of course, but I enjoy reading those from past years and remembering what triggered the idea for writing them exactly as I did. This list isn’t comprehensive, by any means. There are several more on the same theme. But these caught my attention this week. So I hope you enjoy this little trip down cinquain memory lane with a focus on love.
Heart pounds; Palms sweat; mouth’s dry; Can’t seem to concentrate. Is this some rare disease? No, wait: It’s LOVE ~~~
My quest: Looking for love. I want a love that lasts Beyond the transient flame of lust ‘Til death. ~~~
MY HEART’S DESIRE
My heart Longs to find love That takes me as I am, But makes me so much better by Its pow’r. ~~~
Some say That love is blind. Not so. Instead I find True love seeks out and focuses On good. ~~~
Tears fall. Hard to believe: I thought we had it all, But now I find I loved alone. He’s gone. ~~~
HOW TO LOVE
Loving Done correctly Is more a matter of Faithfulness and honor than of Feelings. ~~~
REACHING THE GOAL
Today I walk the aisle And give to my best friend My hand and heart for all my life; “I do.” ~~~
I decided it’s time I wrote about coffee again, and I like to challenge myself to write about a common topic in an uncommon way. So I’ve decided to close out January with a 3-day challenge to myself to write a brand new coffee cinquain for the last 3 days of the month. And if any of my viewers would like to join the challenge, you are very welcome to do so. Just write your own coffee cinquain on your own site and hop over here and put the link to it in the Comment Window below. If you’re not familiar with cinquain, you can find an explanation on my poetry site at this link: Ahyoka/Cinquain.
So let’s get started with Day 1’s poem.
Is starting right:
My coffee’s black and hot,
My cup entwined in happy leaves.
It’s been raining here for two whole days, so I thought it was only fitting that I write about rain. Since I’m in a poetic mood, I decided I’d give myself a little workout and do one haiku, one cinquain, and one simple iambic pentameter verse about that subject.
Everything is gray.
Rain hanging like a curtain.
No sun peeping in.
I just have to complain:
All is gray and wet and dreary!
IAMBIC PENTAMETER VERSE
Another boring day of endless rain.
We don’t need this much water every day.
Sunshine is now a fading memory.
The birds won’t even come out now to play.
I know some tribes have dances that they do
To bring the rain when grounds are parched and bare.
I wonder if there is another dance
To end the rain and turn the weather fair.
Written in response to a couple friends of mine who have said for almost a year that they’ve thought about trying to write cinquain, but they won’t even make a start. They find it fascinating, but seem to be afraid of it. They have this false idea that because they need to count syllables, they will have trouble. If they’d just try, they’d be surprised and delighted with the results — and hooked on it– like I am. 🙂
Tell me again
Why you don’t try cinquain.
You think it’s difficult to write?
You are afraid
That you can’t get it right.
Syllable count seems difficult.
And you will find
That it’s much easier
Than you have even dared to think.
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