[Mary Meriam]

Yeah, wendy v! More POETRY! I like this one very much!!! Thanks.

I was thinking the cinquain is like a hand.

[Michael Cantor]

Wow! I still don't like the form, as a form, but the recent poems by Rose and Wendy are great. I wonder if the soft sense of rhyme helps. Rose has mark/heart, and then slack/back; and Wendy (who always does great things with sound) has some inter-stanzaic action with horizon/bison/arising/rhyming/quivering wandering down through the poem.

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[Janice D. Soderling]

Oy, oy, oy. Wendy, I am dumbstruck.

That is just too beautiful.

Rose and Wendy, if I had two heads, I would doff both hats to the two of you.

[Frank Hubeny]

Interesting ones from Rose and Wendy. I'll admit I followed the meaning in Rose's better.

Here's another one for a Sunday.


Hell

Inside
the coffin he
Was granted liberty
To think until this thinking set
him free.

[Mark Allinson]

Sunset

Gilding
buildings and trees.
I breathe the golden haze
and find in this moment nothing
gold stays.

[Mary Meriam]

That's lovely, Mark. Reminds me of this from the quote at the top of this page: "an individual fully conscious of his/her mortality--the end as well as the beginning."

[Mark Allinson]

Thanks, Mary.

There is a Zen aspect to this I am not sure will come through, based on the Zen concept that the "nothing" in every moment is self-sufficient and involves a sense of the eternal underlying all change.

Maybe it needs an epigraph of something like this from the 13th C. Zen master, Dogen:


"spring does not become summer and, in the same way, firewood does not become ashes: there is spring, and then there is summer; there is firewood, and then there are ashes ..."

In other words, even while passing, "gold stays" in the eternal moment.

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[Mary Meriam]

Sounds like being and nothingness, Mark.

All these cinquains have inspired me- thanks for all of them.

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[Janice D. Soderling]

Reading instructions
Please pretend you haven't read the above contributions from Rose and Wendy.
Thank you.
The Author
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Somewhere Past Everything

Look there
where the hawk climbs
slick blue-glass hills of glinting
sky, gliding, a small fierce feather,

gone now.

[Mary Meriam]

oooooo, good one, Janice!!!