Summer is not rain Nor is rain summer But each needs the other Cannot be without both being
Just as winter requires the sun to shine and display its splendour to reflect its ice particles into the crystal diamonds of exuberant life So the rain complements the summer sun dampening its ardour allowing it to refresh and renew
Both asserting the exuberance of a Natural heritage wherein all is related to all and all is as it should be
He is my history Lusting after the hills of my youth He strides the moorland paths Amidst the bracken and the gorse Drinking the sun’s warm ale Savouring the wind’s heather-toned tang Turning time to his advantage Tuning in to its connecting wavelength He is great Nature’s spirit Rising and falling with its moods Sad yet serene in Spring Holding the hope of the future
Bright and bubbly in the summer rains Rich and expansive in the sun’s bright gaze
Brought to magnificent autumn richness Coloured by russet tints Fruitful in his beneficence
He is the winter too Drifting with the whiteness of its moods His flocks penned for winter warmth neath the mountain crag Shielding the gentle crocus And the blanched snowdrop
He is the spirit of the trees Lord of copse and wood Guardian of Grove and greenwood Verdant Monarch of the forest
Of the landscape’s lakes Running with the cool waters of streams and rivers The stillness of Its ponds and pools
Both past and future Gone yet still to come again his cyclic journey unfolds From birth to death From death to resurrection To new life and resurgent hope Maintaining existence Midst promises and threats To bring renewal in the name of life
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.
My life Lives in my work Searching for the right words Seeking to make them tell the truth Poet
Regrets Are not for me Rather, let the past rest Whilst I live on in the present With hope
Winter Ends as the Spring Advances with new life Bringing hope and joy to us all Rebirth
My windowpane is starred with frost,
The world is bitter cold tonight,
The moon is cruel, and the wind
Is like a two-edged sword to smite.
God pity all the homeless ones,
The beggars pacing to and fro.
God pity all the poor tonight
Who walk the lamp lit streets of snow.
My room is like a bit of June,
Warm and close-curtained fold on fold,
But somewhere, like a homeless child,
My heart is crying in the cold.
by Sara Teasdale
NOTES: (adapted from Wikipedia) . . .
Sara Teasdale (1884 – 1933) was an American lyric poet. She was born Sarah Trevor Teasdale in St. Louis, Missouti, and used the name Sara Teasdale Filsinger after her marriage in 1914. . . . From 1911 to 1914 Teasdale was courted by several men, including the poet Vachel Lindsay, who was truly in love with her but did not feel that he could provide enough money or stability to keep her satisfied. (In 1914) she chose to marry Ernst Filsinger, a long-time admirer of her poetry . . . In 1918 she won a Pulitzer Prize for her 1917 poetry collection ‘Love Songs’ . . . In 1933, she died by suicide, overdosing on sleeping pills. Lindsay had died by suicide two years earlier.