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Simple Cinquains

Thursday, January 29th, 2009

Recently I was looking through Write Source 2000: A Guide to Writing, Thinking, & Learning, a reference book that we use at the middle school. Since I’m interested in poetry, I meandered on over to that section of the book and came across a fun and easy poetry form called the CINQUAIN.

There are two ways to compose this non-rhyming poem of five lines, by SYLLABLES or by WORDS.

For the SYLLABLE CINQUAIN, the pattern goes this way:

First line        2 syllables

Second line        4 syllables

Third line        6 syllables

Fourth line        8 syllables

Fifth line        2 syllables

Oh, just one more thing: The first line is the TITLE of your poem, and the fifth line restates the title in some way.

Here’s my example of a SYLLABLE CINQUAIN:


My morning drink

I pour it from the pot

Warming aroma, bitter tang


For the WORD CINQUAIN, the pattern goes this way:

First line        1 word

Second line        2 words

Third line        3 words

Fourth line        4 words

Fifth line        1 word

Here’s my example of a WORD CINQUAIN:


Word game

Strategy and spelling

Fit the words together



Photostory Friday, Just Barely

Friday, November 21st, 2008

PhotoStory Friday
Hosted by Cecily and MamaGeek

I almost didn’t get to publish a post this windy evening. The power went off at about 8:30 this evening, along with our water. When I called Puget Sound Energy to record the outage, the recorded message let me know that power was off in scattered areas over a four-county area. It sounded serious to us, so after a brief time spent playing Pente by some and reading by lantern-light by others, we all decided to go to bed.

Just as I was about to turn off the lantern, I noticed a glow from downstairs; sure enough, the power was back on. That meant just one thing: I could still publish a blog post tonight!

My plan for today was to publish this 78 to 80 year old photo of my mom and her brother for Photostory Friday, so I’ll go with that. This photo was taken probably between 1928 to 1930, in Phoenix, Arizona. Don’t my mom and her brother look cute, two happy kids playing together?

I love this beautiful glimpse into the past, but it gets me thinking about life’s brevity. At one time they were carefree children, living like there was no tomorrow, but now both of these folks are very feeble and elderly. Many of their contemporaries have preceded them in death.

Perhaps because I’m tired, THAT thought reminds me of some beautiful song lyrics by Joni Mitchell to her song, ‘The Circle Game’ which speak eloquently of life’s seasons:

Yesterday a child came out to wonder
Caught a dragonfly inside a jar
Fearful when the sky was full of thunder
And tearful at the falling of a star
Then the child moved ten times round the seasons
Skated over ten clear frozen streams
Words like, when you’re older, must appease him
And promises of someday make his dreams
And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and dawn
We’re captive on the carousel of time
We can’t return we can only look behind
>From where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game.

Sixteen springs and sixteen summers gone now
Cartwheels turn to car wheels thru the town
And they tell him,
Take your time, it won’t be long now
Till you drag your feet to slow the circles down
And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and dawn
We’re captive on the carousel of time
We can’t return we can only look behind
>From where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game

So the years spin by and now the boy is twenty
Though his dreams have lost some grandeur
coming true
There’ll be new dreams, maybe better dreams and plenty
Before the last revolving year is through.
And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We’re captive on the carousel of time
We can’t return, we can only look behind
>From where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game

A “Sort Of” Sonnet for This Season

Thursday, September 11th, 2008

Early morning fog cloaks the pastures

Until the sun burns through to azure skies.

Playful breezes tremble vine maple leaves

Orange-hued, edged with brown, amidst the green.


Scents of decaying leaves and caterpillars

Mingle with the fragrance of blackberries;

First frosts sweeten the apples on the trees.

A late harvest: hazelnuts, pumpkins and corn.


Quiet swallows flee, displaced by raucous jays

Shouting their cheery welcome to brisk autumn.

The moon is of changed countenance also,

Benevolent in its big-faced gaze.


These cooler days lead to woodstove evenings,

Punctuated by apple crisp and games.


A Mystery Sonnet

Monday, February 25th, 2008

Our daughter, Debra, just completed the following sonnet as an assignment in her high school English class. I’ll omit the title of the poem, so you can try to guess: To whom (or to what) is this sonnet addressed?

Black as raven’s feathers, blown on fall’s gale,

You come to me like starlight on water.

What ought I offer such beauty? A tale?

Tales of my love for you – the first falter.

When I first met you I bethought you kind.

Yet still, to the senses as Hell’s first touch;

To the taste, as harsh as an iron bind;

Truth you are blest as mother I love much.

Years there have been, still you hold me captive,

Captive of beauty, eternity bound!

I’m reduced to drinking – seductive;

I inhale that white steam that left me cowed.

And now you have heard my tale: come to stay,

You who stole me body and soul, I pray.


A New Favorite

Thursday, January 31st, 2008

Dear Readers, I DO intend to do a Thursday 13 post today, but just now in the busy moments before driving the children to school, I was reading through some of the new posts on blogs that I follow using Google Reader. I came across Nancy J. Bond’s post on her blog, Soliloquy. If you love nature photography and uplifting words (much of which is Nancy’s original work), do check out this creative and calming place on the Internet. 🙂