Strange Cinquain Posted on September 30, 2013 by Johnny Crabcakes Strangeness comes in odd waves, turns a blind hand in air, stills the eyes of the shallow night and sleeps. Like this:Like Loading... Related
Well that’s the beauty of it. I pulled from it. The stillness and strangeness. Maybe cause I’m a little wacko ( grin) LikeLike Reply ↓
Funny, I don’t have to ask what it’s about. Something inside knows, but isn’t saying. LikeLike Reply ↓
Yes! Exactly. Perhaps your something is listening to my something….and our somethings are side-stepping us both… LikeLike Reply ↓
I love strangeness. This is brilliant. I especially like the line “turns a blind hand in air” 🙂 LikeLike Reply ↓
oh how I LOVE this.
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Thank you, Audra. Just don’t ask me what it means…or even what it’s about…
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Well that’s the beauty of it. I pulled from it. The stillness and strangeness.
Maybe cause I’m a little wacko ( grin)
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Takes one to know one!
😉
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I keep excellent company. Cheers
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Funny, I don’t have to ask what it’s about. Something inside knows, but isn’t saying.
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Yes! Exactly. Perhaps your something is listening to my something….and our somethings are side-stepping us both…
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strange? beg pardon… brilliant cinquain!
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Thank you Miri–
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I love strangeness. This is brilliant. I especially like the line “turns a blind hand in air” 🙂
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Thank You Natalie–I live strangeness.
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I think Will Shakespeare would like this one
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Hmm, it does have an almost iambic rhythm to it–
Thank you J–
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This is savory, man. I like it.
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Ah, I love that you used the word “savory.” Best that I could hope for.
Thank you.
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