NaPoWriMo rolls on, but the words were not rolling off my pen (or keyboard) today. I had a very difficult time writing something for today’s post. I wrote a heartfelt poem earlier today which I might polish up and publish later. It’s too close to my heart to post until I feel like it’s ready. So, I decided to experiment with a new form of poetry. Well, new to me. A Cinquain, for those who aren’t familiar, is a five-line poem with 2 syllables in the first line, 4 in the second, 6 in the third, 8 in the fourth, and 2 in the fifth. Easy, right? Not for me. I wrote several Cinquains about everything from cats to relationships to plastic bags. I chose two of them. My husband would probably appreciate it if I told you the first one is NOT about him.

SADNESS

Sadness

is living with

the person who’s supposed

to love you and adore you but

doesn’t.

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The next poem was inspired during my morning walk a couple of days ago. It’s probably an odd topic for a poem, but here it is:

EARTH CRIES

Plastic

bag in a tree,

speared by a naked branch,

buffeted by an angry wind.

Earth cries.

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