Monthly Archives: January 2010

Rescue

Cinq-Cinquain, Mother,

Cinq-Cinquain is a poem with 5 cinquains (literally taken from French).
Here’s an attempt at Cinq-Cinquain –

‘Malli’
They called her so
Round face, large lifeless eyes,
Painful teenage without a smile,
Eighteen.

Thin limbs,
Fragile fingers,
Hunger and poverty.
‘Is the land barren or my life?’,
Thought she.

Shelter,
Was the dead trees,
She had no home, cattle.
Hunger engulfed her family.
Fought she.

Alone,
She so was not.
Frail hands clutched the belly.
A small life, wanted to come out –
Her child.

She stared
At the clear sky
Prayed for a home, a life,
A future with her child, and a
Rescue.

Memory’s Company

Memories, , ,

A small room, gloomy and dark,
A window overlooking a park.
He sat in silence, looking outside,
Kids playing seek and hide.

There were pictures hung on the wall,
Of smiles and joys, spring and fall.
Of his graduation, his wedding,
Of his first born and her sibling.

Of holding trophies of games won,
Of beers enjoyed under the sun.
Of dinners and romantic evenings,
Of adventures and sky diving.

Now as he sat sipping tea
Wrinkled skin at eighty three.
Alone, awaiting his turn to leave,
His only possession that none could thieve,

Was a room hung with pictures,
A timeline of emotions’ mixtures,
A testament of life’s battles bravely fought,
A room of memories, a room of thoughts…

Carry On Tuesday #37

Shower

Cinquain, ,

I came across the Cinquain Poetry style, and I quite liked it! It seems simple, but it did take me a few attempts to pen down something that made sense…

The rules are –
5 lines.
Line 1 – 1 word Title
Line 2 – 2 words to describe the title
Line 3 – 3 words that describe action
Line 4 – 4 words to describe the feeling
Line 5 – 1 word to recall the Title

Edited to add: When I Googled for more style, following Mother Sparrow’s tip, I found this style too: 5lines, 2-4-6-8-2 syllables, unrhymed! Can’t wait to try it!

Here’s my attempt –

Shower
Gentle, cool
Drenches and tickles
I miss my love.
Rain.