In love.
I’d like to be.
I miss the fluttering
And thrilling expectation of
A touch.
I miss
The twinkling eyes
That say much more than words;
Th’embrace that quiets, yet excites
The soul.
Romance
Serves mankind well.
It is the vehicle
By which both heart and soul can show
They care.
So wake,
My slumb’ring heart!
You’ve been in dormancy.
Throw off your sleep of grief! Go seek
New love.
~
Would you
Want to be mine?
I need a Valentine.
It’s lonely in this cold, hard world.
Would you?
*
Love waits.
It’s not pushy.
It just loves — with patience —
And gives both time and space for love
To grow.
*
Ah … well …
‘Tis sad indeed:
The one I love’s in love.
But not with me. With someone else.
I cry.
*
Heart pounds;
Palms sweat; mouth’s dry;
Can’t seem to concentrate.
Is this some rare disease? No, wait:
It’s LOVE.
****
Parents
Pass on talents.
Their gifting’s in their genes.
My parents gave their writing gifts
To me.
I’m glad —
Grateful that each
Imparted separate gifts,
Now multiplied in me. I owe
Them much.
For if
I could not write
To share my heart and soul,
I could not bear the emptiness
I’d know.
To write —
To share true thoughts
And honest emotions —
To freely give myself in words
Is life.
~~~
Birthdays
They come and go.
But when they come, they give
A gift that lasts throughout the year:
My age.
Oh my!
My birthday’s here.
And I’m not ready yet.
I’m old enough, so let’s wait ’til
Next year.
Happy
Birthday to me.
I wish me many more.
Maybe I’ll begin to count them
Backwards.
My day
Was quite well spent.
I got to do nice things.
And even got surprises too.
Four times.
In prose, I’d like to say thank you to all of you who sent me happy wishes and gave me such delightful surprises. God bless you.
~~~
Carols:
Floating music,
Making merry sound waves,
Singing happy tidings from God
To man.
~~~
SENTRY
Darkness.
Black storm clouds roll.
Wind-driv’n waves hurled at land.
But high on knoll, sentry stands firm:
Lighthouse.
~
REWARD
You call,
And, servant like,
I run to do your wish.
‘Twill always be, and all I ask:
Your kiss.
~
SECURITY
Please take
My hand in yours.
It’s warm and strong and sure,
And when you hold mine tight, I’m not
Afraid.
~~~
Okay, so call me strange. I love cinquain, but I’m always looking for new and slightly unusual subjects for that form of poetry. Today I was caught up in thoughts about the animal/insect kingdom, and decided to just give vent to some of my personal feelings. No offense intended.
BUGGED
Pesky!
Bad mosquito!
Buzzing around my head.
I raise my hand, and with one slam,
You’re dead!
`
SWINGERS
Monkeys!
I detest them!
All wiry arms and legs,
Ugly faces; grating chatter —
They stink!
`
BIRD BENEFITS
Bird talk.
That’s what you get
When you own a parrot.
And that’s not all they do for you:
Poop too.
~~~
The gun.
I must work fast.
I’ll have to hide it well.
At least the deed is fin’lly done.
I’m free.
*
Your hair!
It’s a new cut?
What do you call that style?
What do I think? Well – uh – I’d say –
Unique!
*
Dasies
Are happy flowers.
My very favorites.
Bright white petals; sunshine middles.
Pure joy.
*
~
Bird song
Called me from dreams
To greet the day at dawn,
With scent of dew on morning lawn:
Incense.
~
River,
You fascinate.
My soul delights to sit
And feel the rush of life within
Your heart.
~
Mountain
Of solid rock,
Unmoved by elements,
Yet helpless in man’s drive to build
Highways.
~
“`
I just seem to be in the mood for Cinquain this week. And I guess maybe I’m in the mood for love as well. So it seemed only fitting that I use one to talk about the other.
LOVE CINQUAIN # 1
I wait:
Anticipate.
A smile … a breath … a sigh.
At last his arms enfold me close;
We kiss.
LOVE CINQUAIN # 2
Blind date.
Some butterflies.
But still excitement builds.
We meet; we talk; we laugh; we know:
We fit.
LOVE CINQUAIN # 3
Tears fall.
Hard to believe:
I thought we had it all,
But now I find I loved alone.
He’s gone.
LOVE CINQUAIN # 4
Today
I walk the aisle
And give to my best friend
My hand and heart for all my life;
“I do.”
♥ ♥ ♥
“`
DAY & NIGHT
I wake;
Sunbeams flow in;
They energize my soul.
I rise to meet the day’s demands;
Then rest.
I sleep.
Releasing care,
I snuggle deep and warm.
My dreams drift in and out until
I wake.
~~~
Another first for me. I have written prose and poetry all my life, but I don’t remember ever writing a Cinquain. That’s what I love about these challenges: They keep me out of my comfort zone.
According to the definitions I’ve found, the American Cinquain has 5 lines with the following accent pattern:
Line one has 1-2 syllables, 1 accented
Second line has 4-5 syllables, 2 accented
Third line has up to 6 syllables, 3 accented
Fourth line has up to 8 syllables, 4 accented
Fifth line goes back to 1-2 syllables, 1 accented
Below is my Cincquain. To join the fun visit here: http://www.napowrimo.net/
INVITATION
The sea
Beguiles me so:
Its hue, its scent, its song,
Its movements that caress my soul.
I go.
~
The Happy Wordcrafter 