Characters written in fresh milk
on paper
– when her heart
was full of longing,
Did she divine this as a song
in a pentatonic key?
Elevating her joy to ignition by dusting
her soul with gunpowder,
then showered down from the sparks
to low crackles and hums.
Guiding the hands of one
to accompany her riff
on Summertime, she
adorned her melody
with a solid chord structure
and a bounding rhythm.
It was sincere.
It was breathtaking.
It was…
Daybreak,
crawls in brightness,
stirs living stones with breath
and curls inside the void and forms
a thought.
Wakened
sunlit spirits
coax and spy a wry grin
in your smile, time to linger in
rising.
Leaving
shades that night showed
facing, not turning back,
just as the music builds, entwines
then rests
as one.
Did we lie down
because of shadows dim
or body aches from tiresome whims
of day?
Softened
whispers in streams
of touches, parting rays
just risen, and no recourse but
to stay.
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A blogging acquaintance challenged her readers to write a cinquain. A cinquain is a structured poem consisting of a least 5 lines with 2, 4, 6, 8 and 2 syllables, respectively. The above is inspired by John Donne’s “Break of Day” and is actually a crown cinquain, a collection of 5 cinquains to function as a larger poem. I hope you enjoy.
Taps and Ratamacues 