FYI--if anyone is curious-- the type of cinquains I write are syllabic: five lines: line 1= 2 syllables; line 2= 4 syllables; line 3,=6 syllables; line 4= 8 syllables, line 5= 2 syllables.
After
days of meetings,
I sit on the heating
pad and gaze out the window at
winter.
Winter -
bare trees, solid,
black, leafless, silent, seem
- like me - resting through one more month
before
the sap
rises, the temps
warm. One day, I'll look up
from my reading or writing to see,
even
at this
distance, and see
that a touch of green hides
the ebony limbs of the oaks.
Smoke will
rise no
longer from the
chimney across the road
as ghostly, wispy wraiths among
the limbs.
Likewise,
I'll rise, backache
gone, the spring of Spring kick-
-ing winter's grayness from my dull
psyche.
By now,
my coffee's cold.
The morning sun brightens
this windless day. Warmth has turned me
sleepy.
Fifteen
minutes are all
I need to kickstart my
latent energy. Well, that and
breakfast.
c - February 12, 2009
by Pat Laster
Coffee, a breath or six of crisp morning air, both best taken alone and by the sea. That would please me.
ReplyDeleteHi Pat,
ReplyDeleteCame over from Pappy's (Dennis) to check on you.
Welcome to this new adventure - you'll do just fine.
Love the poetry. My favorite line was 'warmth has turned me sleepy.'