Saturday Mix: Poem – Cinquins – ” We Love” #SaturdayMix #poetry #amwriting 


Thanks to Sarah of WeeJars from MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting SaturdayMix (September 16, 2017) with her opposing forces theme and  – first and last, and – beginning and end as antithetical statements  in our writing. Words that are the anthesis of the other or opposite words.

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We’re all, 

My end and all —

My beginnings too, 

My life revolves around us both, 

We’re all. 

—–

Unique, 

We’re each other’s —

Light at the days endings, 

We’re companions in night’s dark

Unique. 

—–

We’ve quenched

Each other’s thirst

For life, we hold on, we fight —

We’ve fully drunk all life provides, 

We’re quenched

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We love, 

In rain, beneath, 

A blackened sky’s loud storm, 

We love when the sun shines warmly, 

We love. 

—-

We’re one,

Until the last, 

We’re fire that bound us at —

First, that won’t die, ever glowing 

We’re one. 

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Three Line Tales: Poem – Cinquin – “The Dim Below” #amwriting #poetry #3LineTales


Thanks to Sonya of Only 100 Words for hosting #3LineTales.

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Danger

The water’s cold, 

Something down there swims;

We’re not sure what it is; sharp teeth —

Razors

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Beware, 

Don’t step into —

Murky dim deep water, 

You won’t be returning home, 

It bites. 

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Below, 

Far down it moves, 

Stay out of the lake; your —

Light isn’t meant to turn dark; stay —

Alive. 

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November Notes: Day 2 – Poem – Cinquin – “It’s Fine” #novembernotes #amwriting #poetry


Today’s prompt song is by Jason Mraz, “Details in the Fabric.” 

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“Details in the Fabric” – Jason Mraz. 

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It’s fine

Not to be fine.

 Life isn’t usually fine.

Life often hurts, a painful time; 

Not fine. 

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It’s right

To not be right, 

To feel uncomfortable, 

You don’t need to feel everything —

Is right. 

—–

It hurts, 

You don’t need to —

Fake it here, to pretend. 

It’s okay to feel pain outloud, 

Life hurts. 

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It’s weird, 

No one’s normal, 

But we pretend normal —

Exists, when we’re all our own weird;

Be weird. 

—–

Okay, 

You’re okay, 

You can make it through and —

Find happiness hiding there, 

Okay? 

—–

You’re fine, 

You’re stronger than–

You even think and you’ll —

Make it through the storms life brings you; 

You’re fine. 

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Photo (Collage) Challenge: Poem – Cinquin – “What Love Means” #taleweavers #amwriting #poetry 


Thank you to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this week’s collage prompt:

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Love it —

Must be more than, 

What Emma simply says, 

When You’re losing, 

Your teeth.

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She says, 

Quite clearly, 

And she’s only six-years, 

But she’s wise for —

Her age.

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Wisdom, 

Just children have, 

Amaze adults revealing that, 

Love is more than, 

We think.

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Complete, 

And comfortable, 

Smiling without teeth ’cause, 

Your friends love you,

For you.

—–

No matter, 

You’re missing teeth, 

And have gapes in your mouth, 

Friends care not, love —

Anyways.

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Of all, 

Kids’ memories, 

The best to remember, 

Innocence made.

Without —

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Judgement, 

Only fighting, 

Over favourite toys,

Grudges not kept, 

Hands held. 

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Pets like,

Favourite cats,

Laughing at penguins from, 

Favourite movies loved, 

With Friends.

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Second —

Homes, each other’s —

Houses; kids come and go, 

Colouring, 

Painting. 

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Spending, 

Childhood doing, 

All the activities kids, 

Should be doing, 

Laughing —

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Over, 

Funny things told, 

Not really funny but, 

Giggling stuck, 

Can’t stop.

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As kids, 

Laugh at every, 

Age; children’s innocence, 

Refreshing and, 

So kind.

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Especially, 

When they teach us, 

Lessons like to love anyway, 

Family and friends, 

Anyone.

—–

Kids play, 

Not realizing, 

World’s complicated; let —

Children be free

Always.

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Poem: Cinquins (2,4,6,8,2) – ” A Place To Breathe” #wordhighjuly #amwriting



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There are,

Places we find, 

The world scars our being.

Sanctuary is needed, 

What’s yours? 

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In our, 

Minds overwhelmed, 

By everything we need–

To do, but relief comes with breathing,

In, out.

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Perhaps, 

It’s a place with, 

Grassy knolls and sun beams bright, 

Where yoga mats lay, and you pose and,

Stretch-out.

—–

Release, 

Everything pent —

Up inside your heart box, 

From the years, shoving secrets deep, 

Relax.

—–

Tell who, 

You must and let, 

Your friend know, these hard times, 

You’re letting them all go, melting,

Away.

—–

Perhaps, 

It’s a place with, 

A lake and fishing poles, 

And a serenity found in quiet, 

Have peace.

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Maybe, 

You read books and, 

Spend the whole day absorbed, 

Letting time pass, body revives,

Mind rests.

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Maybe,

You run because, 

Endorphins flow and you —

Feel alive on pavement jogging.

Freeing.

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Perhaps, 

You spend the day, 

With an old friend, or your spouse.

Maybe you pretend you are both young.

Dreaming.

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Or you, 

Could travel far, 

See art, culture breathe new —

Experiences and let wanderlust, 

Take you.

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Wherever, 

You go, you need

Find your kalinai, 

Serenity, deep in your soul.

Peace be.

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NaPoWriMo: Poem – Cinquin – “Unconditional Love”


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And now for today’s (optional) prompt! Today, I challenge you to write a poem in which you closely describe an object or place, and then end with a much more abstract line that doesn’t seemingly have anything to do with that object or place, but which, of course, really does. I think of the “surprise” ending to this James Wright Poem as a model for the effect I’m hoping you’ll achieve. An abstract, philosophical kind of statement closing out a poem that is otherwise intensely focused on physical, sensory details. Happy writing!

For more information please visit NaPoWriMo

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Let me,

Tell you of her,

Fur so soft, silky, faun,

Course hair ontop, white underneath.

Ears back.

—–

Relaxed,

In this posture,

One paw on you always,

Rump on your lap, managed.

Love shown.

—-

On side, 

Lifting leg, paw,

Access given, sweet spot,

Rounded tummy, furry, blissful.

Eyes shut.

—–

Rub her,

Tummy, circle.

She’ll stay for hours while you,

Worship her tummy soft, peering up,

Brown eyes.

—–

Liner,

Of Northern Dogs,

Around her mischievous eyes,

For blocking out sunlight, arctic light.

Hackles.

—–

Raised,

When she thinks you’re,

Threatening her pack, protection —

Her job, in her domain, deep bark,

Incharge.

—–

Waiting

For her treat when, 

You’re finished with your lunch food,

She receives last bite and it seems more,

Pleased

—–

No charge, 

Unconditional,

Love a dog shows family,

Cuddling, thanking, and begging,

Large heart.

—–

Loving,

The way humans,

In her world should love,

Love each other, unconditionally,

So, hard! 

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Poem: Cinquin – ” Oh What A Night.”


2,4,6,8,2

 

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I thought,

We could go out,

And see what’s happening.

I’d like to see the snow shimmer,

At night.

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I hoped,

We might get ready,

To do something new, bold,

I’d like to wine taste when the moon,

Shines bright.

—–

The best,

Wines are bitter,

They can be sweet and most,

Flavourful when they taste as fruit,

Peach, grape.

—–

The thing,

With wine tastings,

Is it is hard to take,

Only a taste, I’d rather drink,

The bottle. 

—–

I’d like,

Large servings of,

Each wine we taste and I,

Would like bread and cheese to savour,

Each wine.

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All night,

We taste until,

You and I our typsy.

Even though we keep our mouths full but,

More wine. 

—–

We call,

A cab and go,

Let’s leave this place.

Go from midnight winery,

To dance all night as we used to,

Show offs. 

—–

Then off,

We go on a boat,

With these people we meant,

And we sail our way across the lake, 

We fly.

—–

We sail,

Into the sun,

As it rises and pink,

And deep blue, purple swaths the sky,

We stare.

—–

Then home.

We have finished.

So tired need to sleep.

Are our bodies built for nights like 

This, no.

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But fun,

Only comes by once,

In awhile and we know,

Those are nights we cannot waste– you, 

And I.

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Poem: Cinquin – “No Regrets.”


A Cinquin is an unrhymed poem consisting of twenty-two syllables distributed as 2, 4, 6, 8, 2, in five lines. It was developed by the Imagist poet, Adelaide Crapsey.

For more information visit Shadow Poetry here.

 

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I thought,

Snow falling would,

Would cover the evidence.

But the cops are not stupid they–

Found him.

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Gasping, 

I wonder when,

They will come to my door,

And take me away and finger print–

My hands.

—–

They’ll search,

In my dresser,

They’ll find something of his,

The gun he carried trying to–

Force me.

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I fought

I wouldn’t let–

Him hurt me, not my body.

He injured me with his body first.

I cried.

—–

Lurking,

I saw him here,

He wanted me again, 

So, I picked up his gun and I,

Shot him.

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They’ll lock,

Me away when, 

They identify him, 

No one knows how he hurt me first.

He’s dead.

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I’ll go,

To prison because he,

Was a monster and I,

Killed him when he tried again, I’ve

No regrets. 

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