High Summer Season
The world is on holiday
While so many weep
A birth is announced;
All is high expectation.
The Promised One comes,
We hope for more than we dare
As history screams.
The sea in its strength
Thrusts its breakers to the shore
Stressing my weakness
The morning sun rose
Feeding life into darkness
Renewing with hope
The hills are my strength
Confirming Nature’s promise
That tomorrow lives
HaikuJAM’s an app
“Where thoughts become a poem
And the wide world meets”
. . . BUT . . .
Split into three distinct lines
Don’t a poem make
. . . SO I CONCLUDE . . .
Wham bang and flimflam
Damn this goddam anagram
HaikuJAM is spam
I plan to re-commence my regular weekday posts from Wednesday 2nd May.
A cinquain is a five-line poem, normally without rhyme, but with a specific syllable count of 2-4-6-8-2. The form was invented by Adelaide Crapsey, an American poet who took her inspiration from Japanese haiku and tanka. As with most other poetic forms, the cinquaine has since been developed to encompass a variety of ways, whilst always holding to Crapsey’s basic formula.
The following amplification is taken from: ‘The Cinquain’ ByDeborah Kolodii, as published on the ‘Shadow Poetry’ website …
The ideal cinquain for Crapsey was one that worked up to a turn or climax, and then fell back. Similar to the “twist” that often occurs in the final couplet of a sonnet, a cinquain’s “turn” usually occurs during the final, shorter fifth line or immediately before it. Thus, the momentum of a cinquain grows with each subsequent line as another two syllables, … (are) added bringing the poem to a climax at the fourth line, falling back to a two syllable “punch line”.
In another of my occasional attempts at structuring my poetic thoughts into a (to me) new poetic form, I give below three of my own examples of the CINQUAINE.
Lives in my work
Searching for the right words
Seeking to make them tell the truth
Are not for me
Rather, let the past rest
Whilst I live on in the present
Ends as the Spring
Advances with new life
Bringing hope and joy to us all
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