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
What a marvelous pairing, Pat! Yours or hers? In the first, heedless feet trample. She had "heedful" feet until her passing, wearing soft shoes whenever she could, feeling the steps of her front porch, the stony patina of the old sidewalks. Dancer's feet, dancer's heart. And so the violence of this cinquain is more clear in knowing the dancer in her, knowing the heedfulness of her feet, the tenderness of her heart. But how her Faith survived, supple, resilient! She knew even then the world of difference between "faith" and "Faith". Dios Solo Basta indeed!
ReplyDeleteAnd this second cinquain (I suspect by t= your use of the string of asterisks) seems to heal the first. The mighty organ, the king of the instruments, caresses by being fingered tenderly. I think she knew that her mighty God was this tender with her.