Mike - Boy you really don't like Cinquains.
OK. You wrote these in three minutes? It looks it. Most of them read like run on sentances. Strangely enough, one reads like a five line warped haikuish thingy.
"Wet snow
falling all night
encloses the cabin.
"Winter," she says, stretched by the fire,
"Winter!"
Strangely enough I like this one:
"And she
now wide awake
can hear the fucking clock
remembers he was reading Joyce.
Of course!"
Kind of clunky between line 3 and 4 and I'm not sure of using "and" in the first line but heck the Cinquains weren't important. Your opinion was.
Sorry, but this doesn't belong here. Tacking on the poems was a weak excuse.