Cinquain Chain: Links 9 & 10 (NaPoWriMo 2016)

(Link #9 of a poetry exchange between Natalie and myself. Making a chain of cinquains 
[a Cinq-chain?] in an effort to "un-chain our muses.") 

what dead thing are
the vultures circling?
There is always a corpse somewhere

there are blossoms
breathing in the dark night.
Why is the air so empty in
our dreams?

Our dreams
where we descend
with stones in our pockets
like Virginia into the dark
water —

which bears the weight
and weeps to consume us
and delivers our bodies back
to land.

To land
in a place such
as this, to fall like bombs
into an abyss. Sky becomes

waits for what falls.
The bones of thoughts lie half-
remembered, settling, eaten
by time

by time
which wavers like
curtains at a window
devoured by moths, mice, and men
until —

it stands with a
backbone of its own and
says with breath from a distant wind:

of this wasteland
pantomime, this taste that
still waits on the edge of our tongue’s

of the mind’s end,
end of the places where
we can offer our selves any

…keepin’ the Po in NaPoWriMo…

2 thoughts on “Cinquain Chain: Links 9 & 10 (NaPoWriMo 2016)

  1. Pingback: Cinquain Chain: Links #10 & #11 | mywordpool

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