Life in Cinquain form.

I found this form of Cinquain poetry and decided to give it a try. I’m sharing eight poems and would love to hear if any of them resonate or stand out for you. Don’t be shy. Some are serious and some are simply fun.
The rules are:

Didactic Cinquain Poem Form 1:

This is a very popular form of cinquain that instead of incorporating stress and syllables, it uses word counts.

  • The first line is one word which is the title of the poem.
  • The second line contains two words which are adjectives that describe the title.
  • The third line has three words that tell the reader more about the subject of the poem or show action. Many times these words are gerunds that end with -ing.
  • The fourth line has four words that show emotions about the subject of the poem and may be individual words or a phrase.
  • The fifth line is one word that is a synonym of the title or is very similar to it.

And now for the poems and some of my photos:

Emotions

Emotions
Raw, hurtful
Aching, reeling, falling
Catches you by surprise
Reactions

Pain

Pain
Throbs, shocks
Stabbing, stinging, smarting
Halts activities like lightning
Agony

Perceptions

Perceptions
False, clouded
Mystifying, troubling, startling
Causes heartbeat to slow
Impressions

These beauties are from our yard, but they line the road on my way to work
which inspired the poem.

Poppies

Poppies
Bright, cheerful
Swaying, smiling, waving
As I drive by
Blooms

Rainwater

Rainwater
Cool, necessary
Refreshing, quenching, soothing
Brings life to nature
Precipitation

Summertime

Summertime
Warm, colorful
Swimming, relaxing, vacationing
Get outdoors and play
Solstice

Books

Books
Stories, poetry
Compelling, transporting, entertaining
Turning pages is exciting
Paperbacks

Music

Music
Songs, instruments
Playing, singing, listening
Dancing the night away
Melody

And a more personal reflection…

Music

Music
Choir, piano
Harmonizing, recording, performing
Reveling in the spotlight
Entertainment

Thanks for stopping by, and have a great Thursday!

~ Lauren ❤️

© Lauren Scott, Baydreamerwrites.com – All rights reserved.

To The Quail We Go!

My husband and I recently attended The annual Motorcycle Gathering at The Quail Lodge and Golf Club in Carmel, CA. This location is prestigious and absolutely gorgeous. The guests are directed to park on the fairway, and the system is a well-oiled machine. With my husband being a motorcycle enthusiast, going to this event for him is like me perusing a book store! But I enjoy it too, and this time was our second year. It’s interesting to see the variety of bikes, custom, vintage, even scooters, for adults and for youth. The unique styles definitely exude the Wow factor, but the beautiful colors are also appealing. There are some real beauties, along with some wild bikes. I hope you enjoy the visuals!

Very cool!
Wow!
😎
Who are these people?
Best of Show!
Cute little mini.
Pretty!
Nature always finds herself included.

And a photo from one of our past rides…

And to close, I wrote a Double Ennead poem about our experience, and this is my first try at this poetry style.
I learned about this form on Balroop’s blog and her lovely poem, “The Last Kiss.”
You could say mine is also about love, but a different kind – a love for riding in the wind.
A Double Ennead is a 99 syllable form, comprising three stanzas of syllables (6, 5, 11, 6, 5).

A Motorcycle Gathering

Beautiful bikes admired
aesthetic differs
but enthusiast’s passion runs parallel
Like-minded people walk
the lavish, green grounds

breeze swirls around faces
sunshine drops in now
and then, but scarves stay swathed, blowing in the wind
bikes glisten for adults
mini styles for youth

engines roar in distance
friendships established
though strangers when doors open, stories disclosed
history respected
a valued event

Thank you for dropping in, and “let us journey among redwoods, seacoast and rolling hills, drawing in breaths and exhilarating thrills.” ❤️

© Lauren Scott, Baydreamerwrites.com – All rights reserved.

Morning After

Sun spills in

through billowing curtains

gently though

so not to startle dreams

Sated bodies delight

in love tangling

Sheets silky soft

caress skin

nothing can compare

to this moment

that shouldn’t end

but we bid farewell

to moonlight

knowing we have sunlight

to share

© Lauren Scott, Baydreamerwrites.com – All rights reserved.
This poem is from my book, New Day, New Dreams
.
Enjoy the romance and the weekend. ❤️

Photo by Szabu00f3 Viktor on Pexels.com

Messages from the Sea

listen intently
inhale, exhale, feel the calm
your soul will thank you

secrets ride the waves
ebbing, flowing in turquoise
we are not privy

whispers in the surf
ambiguous to discern
relish in their song

© Lauren Scott, Baydreamerwrites.com – All rights reserved.
Photo taken along California coast near Carmel.

A Labrador writes a poem…

I was adopted…

Two dogs lived with me
a kind woman cared for us
but it wasn’t home
I waited for the feeling
then they walked through the front door

girl, boy, and mother
spoke to me, gentle voices
showing interest
mother and woman shook hands
I jumped in the car, smiling

sniffing in the yard
marking my territory
sniffing through the house
each corner felt like comfort
finally, I found my home

mom, Dad, and children
walked me, played chase, tennis balls
somersaulted on
soft grass. Fetching was fun, but
letting go I did not like

they taught me commands
to sit, stay, come, heal, lie down
I love to shake paw
I learned quickly and got treats
and lots of loving cuddles

humans say time flies
almost thirteen, I’m old now
but with my people
who don’t hit, kick, or starve me
I am loved and protected

sad faces on screen
anger hearts of compassion
unthinkable acts
please throw them your safety net
adoption saves lives for all

p.s. I love my family so much!

Sometimes, I’m bashful.
I worship the sun.
I make time for listening.

In honor of National Poetry Month, Copper wanted me to share his new poem. He hopes you enjoyed learning how he found his forever family, and that adopting dogs and cats is really, really important.

He sends you big kisses for a Happy, Happy Day! ❤️❤️

© Lauren Scott, Baydreamerwrites.com – All rights reserved.

Rings

One foot first
then the other,
he stepped inside,

warm ambience
enfolded him,

greetings from
arms open wide…

friendly faces,
smiles seemingly
sincere,
but for only
seconds

before those arms
turned on him,

pushing him out
with smiles
vanishing into
murky atmosphere

he stumbled backwards
over the darkened line
not to be missed

(it was there
for their purpose)

a tug
from the welcome
being extracted
out of his trusting heart
gave him pause

How many rings?

How far
from the inner circle
did he land?

And does it really matter?

© Lauren Scott, Baydreamerwrites.com – All rights reserved.
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

Blushing Leaves

I am short in height
a little thick in middle
stress-free maintenance

every other month
dunk my roots in cool water
they’ll dance in delight

stodgy short stature
decked out in handsome fashion
sturdy in nature

I’m adorable
according to my owner
my leaves are blushing

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This little guy was a gift and my first thought was “he’s adorable!” His Latin name is Ficus Ginseng, a young, indoor bonsai.
I’ve always loved bonsai but have never had one. Now, life is complete. 🙂
Hope you enjoyed these fun haiku.

Wishing you a wonderful weekend and thanks for stopping by! ❤️

© Lauren Scott, Baydreamerwrites.com – All rights reserved.