on the wind float
wearily by; waxing
poetic, they stir within, wake
then wither; spark ignites, consumes.
No warning, it wanes, now
just winds full of
*trying my hand at a mirror cinquain*
yeah write poetry slam
Won’t you join us?
Category: poetry, yeah write
Hey I hope you don’t mind but I’d like to invite you to my blog at http://www.insanitybeautiful.wordpress.com
Of course! Can’t wait to check it out 🙂
This was interesting!
Love it! “Whispers.” I am definitely trying a mirror cinquain.
Haha – It was fun though I had to fight with a few lines to make it work. Still easier than a sonnet though. Hah!
I like how you brought it back to whispers. An excellent job at a mirror cinquain!
Thank you Renada!
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