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.

An Ugly Pattern

George Floyd display May 2020

Fires

Sparked by distress –

A wound never mended.

The days are not tearless. Have we

Not seen

those same hot flames from nightmares of

yesteryear’s pleading cries?

Let change take root.

Listen.

spreading love in the neighborhood

 

The recent tragedy of George Floyd’s murder and the civil unrest that followed inspired me to jot down the various thoughts whirling around in my mind. I have more to say noted on the pages in my journal. But instead, I chose to try a another new form of poetry: a butterfly cinquain. So my words are few, but the message is huge.

Then yesterday on my walk with Copper, I came across these two displays – both profound and moving in their own ways. I couldn’t walk by without taking photos, so I give credit to my compassionate neighbors for acknowledging the ongoing injustice and the senseless murder of George Floyd, and for spreading much-needed love. This heart is one of many on a sidewalk that I admire everyday, and the collection began when Covid wormed its way into our lives. Even so, spreading the Love is part of the solution in every situation that brings pain. I thought this beautiful heart was a fitting end to what I’ve tried to convey. 

My heart is still heavy, but Hope for change is not lost. 💗

Lauren Scott (c) 2020

Memories, Tears & Sinful Cravings

I heard about this poetry form, Cinquain, during one of my visits to http://purplesplatitudes.wordpress.com. If you get the chance, stop by Michael’s blog. His writing is wonderful and he ventures into different poetry forms and emotions. I know you won’t be disappointed! 

I would definitely call these “rough drafts” and more practicing is in the future, but I hope you enjoy…

When they were Young

Giggles,
barefoot on cool
grass, swinging in summer
breeze, smiles bigger than Texas state
the past

Diagnosis

Covered
ears with shaky
hands, unbelievable
echoes of pain flow in and out
fear not?

Chocolate 

Craving
comfort food, oh,
something creamy sounds good
gooey, sinfully delicious
dark, though

Lauren Scott © 2014