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Thursday, January 01, 2009


small flakes
swirl in the air
find their footing and build
maples freeze and collapse in shards
...think spring

snow comes
solstice follows
buried streets, autumn's south
cabin fever strikes in the dark
long nights

ranch bound
jobless now, far too late
gold plinth welcomes a new leader
change comes

unrhymed, unsung
twenty-two syllables
five lines and a title will do
head throbs

Totally Optional Prompt posts today's prompt for cinquain poetry.

Follow the link to read what others have written and to play along with this interesting meme!
Watercolor by Sue...


JP/deb said...

Clever ending ... structured poems can be a headache!! Happiest new year wishes dear Sue. --JP/deb

Melody said...

Oh these are all so fun! I was trying to decide which one I like best, but I can't, I love them all. Creating one Cinquain can cause a migraine, never mind four. Great job, and Happy New Year!

Art and Poetry said...

It is a nice poem! I always count syllables and it gives me an headache also.

Linda Jacobs said...

I love what you did here! You really got to the heart of those months and the last one made me laugh!

Anonymous said...

This is just lovely! Must have been a real headache to write!

Anonymous said...

Very well done! love the migraine one, could have been subtitled 'This Game'

totomai said...

i particularly liked the November cinquain. im biased for the coming spring, lol

happy new year

Anonymous said...

Hope the headache has passed by now as your cinquain chain and lovely wintry image brought much pleasure to me this evening. I'm glad we've encountered one another in this virtual world. Happy New Year friend.
Hugs and blessings,
aka ... HRG

Anonymous said...

migraine very funny. i knew there was a reason i avoid forms. :-)

anthonynorth said...

Powerful stuff, with a perfect slice of humour to finish.

Dave King said...

december has it for me, but all much appreciated. Thanks.

Jeeves said...

Just love the cinquain on January and Migraine. Simply brilliant

gautami tripathy said...

Liked all! Syllable counting is a hassle but well worth the trouble!

Have a great creative new year!

playing for pleasing the moon

Q said...

Dear Sue,
Happy New Year.
Always you delight.
These were fun.
Thank you!

Unknown said...

I like the humor in the migraine poem. There has to be some humor in the darn things!

sgreerpitt said...

All of these are interesting, lots of nice word play, and the images in November and December are crisp and cold and fit so well. But the January poem is the most intriguing -- are we perhaps speaking of a certain Texan?

b+ (Retire In Style Blog) said...

Poetry for me is an illusive thing. My words have meaning for me but would fly away with no meaning for another You, on the other hand, write wonderful words that turn around in my brain.

Thank you for stopping by my blog. It is much appreciated.

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Anonymous said...

I liked them--had to laugh at the headache!
Sounds like you share my opinion of January.

Anonymous said...

enjoyed all of these. (I'm not versed (no pun intended) in this form of poetry although I have heard of it.
Nice art, Sue!

Quiet Paths said...

Your verse for Dec. caught me up in the moment... the whole thing about cabin fever striking in the dark is right on. I adore that painting. And, I'm sorry about the migraine...