Baby Crying at Night

He cried
to sleep at night.
His parents thought it right.
When young, he lost the way to true
delight.

Simple
wrote a simple
poem with a simple
ending. Simple kept it simply
simple.

Special
wrote a special
poem with a special
bending. Special's form was freshly
special, especially on the last line, which deserved distending



[This message has been edited by Michael Cantor (edited June 28, 2008).]

Nice parallelism in the your cinquains to "simple" and "special", Michael. http://www.ablemuse.com/erato/ubbhtml/smile.gif

The following one is unrelated to these. I'm still thinking of the "Addicted to Unhappiness" book I mentioned to Anne earlier.


Bully

Why whine
unless you're weak?
Why bully when you speak
Unless it's frantic emptiness
you seek?

Michael,

I think you've made your point about despising the Cinquain form. So perhaps funnel all that energy somewhere else into something you do like. [Edited by moderator to remove ad hom statements....]

Good day.
Anne

resistance


unfletched
an arrow flies
but rarely hits the mark;
restrained it goes directly to
the heart.


it's in
gripping the bow
and tightening the slack
the archer makes an art of hold-
ing back.

Rose,

That's brilliant.

Now that's what I call an artful cinquain, Rose. A model to emulate.

Heavens, Rose, what Janice and Cally said.
Stunning precision.

It's a bullseye.

Yeah, Rose, really great. I'm not jealous at all.

So Cally, Wendy, want to try your hand at a cinquain?

So Cally, Wendy, want to try your hand at a cinquain?>>


The hand might be very apt, actually....

It being a Sundy morning, I instead went for

(I've removed this poem; thanks for those nice
words below !)

[This message has been edited by wendy v (edited July 25, 2008).]