Showing posts with label cinquain. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cinquain. Show all posts

Friday, July 16, 2010

Two cinquains

We are told to exercise our minds to forestall senility by playing bridge or doing Sudoku. Forget Sudoku and instead accept the discipline of creating Cinquains. Finding just the right number of syllables AND meaningful words are real challenges.

Go to http://www.poewar.com/poetry-in-forms-series-cinquain/ and see if you are up to snuff to write one!


Evelyn called the first of these “Disillusioned”


My heart

Is crushed to earth

As anguished as petals

Trampled under heedless feet. Faith

Dies hard.



* * * * *


Your voice,

Like an organ

Fingered tenderly, sounds

A symphony that melodies

Caress.


Evelyn Coffey


Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Four Cinquains

Cinquain was a new word to me, so I did some research. Shawn M. Tomlinson, on ehow.com, defined it nicely:


"Cinquains are five-line poems in three basic patterns created originally by Adelaide Crapsey (1878-1914) based on the Japanese 17-syllable Haiku. She did not originate the five-line poem, but instead altered it for starkness associated with the Haiku. Crapsey wrote 28 of them. While the form never has become the mainstream of American verse, it is an unusual poetic type that restricts the poet to very few words, thus making it a hard form to master, but beautiful to read.

The cinquains follow one of the following formats. The first is that each line has successively more words,

except the fifth. The first line has one word, the second two, the third three, the fourth four, and the fifth

back to one.


In the second type, each line has a type of word. The first has a noun, the second two adjectives, the third three words ending in "ing," the fourth a phrase, and the fifth a noun.


In the third type, each line has successive syllables. The first has two syllables, the second four, the third six, the fourth eight, and the last two."


Evelyn was assigned to write Cinquains in Dr. Adler’s Prosody class which she took in 1933. Today we’ll look at four of hers that follow the third pattern.



Wonder

Where God bought the

Silver He wove into

My Mom's hair. It gleams so whitely,

Brightly!


* * * * *


Firelight

Plays a magic

Melody in my mind.

Colors tinkle dancingly, like

Dream bells.


* * * * *


I see

Tears shining in

My baby's eyes, like drops

Of morning dew in the heart of

A flower.


* * * * *


Quiet

Red sands tremble

To a wave's caress as

The sea's dark waters roll. Night plays

Its harp.


Evelyn Coffey