
Busy
Both day and night.
No time for normal stuff
Like keeping up to date with blogs.
Sorry.
Hopeful
That very soon
Stressful pace will slow down
And I can visit online friends.
Miss you.
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Busy
Both day and night.
No time for normal stuff
Like keeping up to date with blogs.
Sorry.
Hopeful
That very soon
Stressful pace will slow down
And I can visit online friends.
Miss you.
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PESTY SUMMERVisit Daily Post to participate.
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I have no good excuse for this bit of ridiculous whimsy. I was just in the mood to write some cinquain, and when I put my fingers to my keyboard, this is what came out.

ECHO
I stood
On mountain top
And called out loud, “Hello,
I’m looking for my one true love;”
Then heard:
“Hello,
I’m looking for
My one true love.” — Oh, joy!
My heart was sure I’d found my love
At last.
And so
I called again
And once again reply
Came loud and strong; that lovely song
Came back.
So then
I walked around
But stopped on ev’ry side
And called my heart’s desire and heard
Reply.
Alas,
I spent the day
And grew quite hoarse in throat
But never found the love who called
To me.
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Moon glow
Comes from sun glow:
Burning orb of daylight
Shines covertly on reflector
At night.
Moonbeams
Come from sunbeams
Stretching, reaching to touch
Reflecting face of ev’ning moon:
Night light.
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A bit of Pink Cinquain to brighten your day:
Think pink
When skies are gray,
When troubles weigh you down;
Make a decision to rejoice:
Think pink!
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Cinquain
It is my sin:
To take the easy way.
No rhyming and no meter strong.
Guilty!
But still
I plead my case.
It gives me more than joy.
It disciplines my use of words:
Aids skill.
So now,
My guilt assuaged,
I’m free to give myself
To writing even more cinquain.
Hooray!
I discovered recently that I have written so much cinquain over the past two years that I have enough to do a book of nothing but original cinquain.
So, I just might.
Today
Is Saturday.
It ends the current week.
Sunday brings a new beginning:
Start fresh.
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You knew I’d have to do it: write cinquain on the subject of coffee. I’m running a little late getting my “Coffee Thursday” post up this week, but I’m a great believer in “better late than never.” So here we go. If you’d like to take part, post your version of celebrating coffee on your blog and bring your link over here. Just post it in a Comment window below.

LIFE’S ELIXIR
Coffee:
Life’s elixir.
The worlds most modest brew.
Yet holds the place most prominent
As drink.
Those who
Choose to abstain
Do not know what they miss.
For comfort and refreshing kick,
It’s bliss.
So come,
And share a cup.
Or maybe even two.
It warms the heart and bonds good friends –
Coffee.
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Labels:
We all wear them.
Some of them we give ourselves,
The rest come from the judgment of
Others.
I’ve learned,
As I’ve matured,
To focus on the good
And just ignore derogatory
Labels.
Life’s short,
And can be sweet,
But only if we learn
To quite ignore all labels that
Oppress.
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I heard
The word ‘cinquain.’
It popped into my head.
And so I knew I had to write
Cinquain.
My motto is this: If you want to participate in a “Daily Post” prompt, but you have nothing of substance to write — write a cinquain. Now, it isn’t that I don’t feel cinquain can have substance. It’s more the fact that, for some reason (maybe because I like the form so much), I seem to be able to write a cinquain on almost any subject under the sun. In fact, that point makes me want to write one about — what else — the sun.
Sunshine
Poured out on me
Is like a lovely bath:
It cleanses and invigorates
My soul.
Okay. I’m done now. Here’s the link in case you want to have a go at today’s prompt.

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Join the Daily Prompt fun here.
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Relax
And read a book.
Release your mind from toil.
Let soul take flight on words with wings.
Renewed.
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I’m tired
But want to write.
Eyelids are drooping now.
But nobly I choose to pursue
My craft.
Let’s see:
What theme to use?
My sleepy brain says, “Well,
It must be something simple with
Short plot.”
I know:
I’ll write a verse.
I’ll keep it short and sweet,
With twenty-two nice syllables:
Cinquain.
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