Category Archives: Cinquain

Theology

These gods you chase into the gaps? Nothing. Nothing between atoms. Nothing under the bed.

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Cinquain in Late March

Cattails rattle, icy in the marsh; snow muffles the fields—and no geese call yet, wild, joyful

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Behind the Dance of Moon

Maybe tonight you will hear how the stars whisper behind the dance of moon tangling seaweed

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Voyeur Moon

Flat, round, the April moon presses into the sky— cold, white nose against dark glass in the night

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Two Versions of a Cinquain for the First Day of Spring

1 Warm, wet, the spring wind gets in everywhere—stirring curtains, tugging and loosening clothing 2 Stirring curtains, tugging and loosening clothing, the spring wind gets in everywhere, warm, wet

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d’Etre, Et Cetera (against a sea of troubles)

High tide has just turned, but already gulls descend— squall over prime spots on mudflats to be

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Sometimes, Eating Sushi

Sometimes eating sushi the soy sauce splashes, foams, and is these warm, shallow South Shore waters stirred dark and fertile by wind, waves, rhythmic tides— I become the ungainly blue heron wading at the sea’s edge in the fading evening … Continue reading

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