Tuesday, April 5, 2016


NaPoWriMo rolls on, but the words were not rolling off my pen (or keyboard) today. I had a very difficult time writing something for today’s post. I wrote a heartfelt poem earlier today which I might polish up and publish later. It’s too close to my heart to post until I feel like it’s ready. So, I decided to experiment with a new form of poetry. Well, new to me. A Cinquain, for those who aren’t familiar, is a five-line poem with 2 syllables in the first line, 4 in the second, 6 in the third, 8 in the fourth, and 2 in the fifth. Easy, right? Not for me. I wrote several Cinquains about everything from cats to relationships to plastic bags. I chose two of them. My husband would probably appreciate it if I told you the first one is NOT about him.


is living with
the person who’s supposed
to love you and adore you but
The next poem was inspired during my morning walk a couple of days ago. It’s probably an odd topic for a poem, but here it is:


bag in a tree,
speared by a naked branch,
buffeted by an angry wind.
Earth cries.
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