A non-commenting reader requested another round of poetry so I wrote a self-contained cinquain. It's a lot like a haiku. I didn't really follow any of the iambic rules, so feel free to ignore them here too. I put the required syllable number next to the line. My cinquain is in honor of some lovely guests that I entertained at Casa Linda.
Visit (2)
A name you know. (4)
Strangers become my friends. (6)
I show you my hometown, my place. (8)
Your turn. (2)
It's easy. Syllable lines are 2, 4, 6, 8, 2 .
I acknowledge that you probably need a theme to jump start the creativity. People complained that the last poem was difficult because I offered no topic. How about we make the theme: "change"? Summer is finishing its season with us, things will be changing soon and it suits the poem I have offered. The cinquain link offers some standards about parts of speech if that would help you, but do not feel obligated to follow those.
Sunday, August 19, 2007
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No Rain.
So hot, so dry
That milo starts to wilt.
But the corn is made; It looks good.
August.
Let go
quickly passing
I can't stop the motion
Yesterday is tomorrow now
Slow down
It hurts!
It feels like my
Kidney is exploding.
Next time I will try to drink more
Water.
Safeway.
Remodeling.
Where is the tuna now?
Jemma won't stay in the car cart.
Come back!
change class.
and change again.
enroll yourself in life.
maybe teach, grad school, or, yes, law.
maybe?
changes
sometimes mean that
I stay here where I am
I wish I was in Michigan
Sufjan's
I hope
I do not die
Before Sufjan completes
His Oklahoma album, yeah,
I hope
Plastic
burned on the stove.
Fire alarm ringing--it stinks.
It always comes on when I cook
noodles.
nickel
quarter, penny
new Jefferson dollar
hey brother, can you spare a dime?
changes
hello
i like this change
its like we talked today
like I know you better now
later
School kids
New pencils and
New fears in moving up
Long division kept one home
First Day
Anna's poem:
Color
Jammies on Mom
Color shortcake ballet
Color shortcake over there Mom.
Puhleeze?
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