New: poemadayAll contenthive-129948krhive-196917steemhive-166405zzanhive-183959hive-180932hive-185836uncommonlabhive-183397hive-150122hive-144064hive-188619hive-101145photographybitcoinkrsuccesshive-145157hive-184714hive-193637lifehive-139150hive-103599hive-109690TrendingNewHotLikerswmbakester (51)in writing • 3 years agoMarch 18th CinquainThis Morning . . . Birdsong tugs at my thoughts yanking them from the grasp, the daily cacophony, of the news. #cinquain #poemaday #micropoetry #shortpoem #shortpoetrywmbakester (51)in writing • 3 years agoMarch 14th CinquainOne Last Roar . . . March growls an icy howl a gust of snow-filled wind, a warning she’s as much lion as lamb. #cinquain #poemaday #micropoetry #shortpoem #shortpoetrywmbakester (51)in poetry • 3 years agoMarch 13th CinquainI Step Out on My Deck . . . And I imagine spring will magically appear as the sun dispels the white puffs of breath. #cinquain #poemaday #micropoetry #shortpoem #shortpoetrywmbakester (51)in poetry • 3 years agoMarch 8th CinqauinAt the Loss of a Mother . . . Life feels like it’s coming unglued—a pillar of its foundation crumbling inside of us. #cinquain #poemaday #micropoetry #shortpoem #shortpoetrywmbakester (51)in poetry • 3 years agoFebruary 14th CinquainMy Red Sweater . . . Was once a scarlet hue like passion. Now, as love, it’s worn and faded, comfortable to wear.wmbakester (51)in poetry • 3 years agoFebruary 12th CinquainToday, My Muse . . . In her wanton way, left me to embark on an odyssey with a more able poet.wmbakester (51)in poetry • 3 years agoFebruary 7th CinquainIt Happened Again . . . A light dusting of snow seduced my eyes, my feet into believing the sidewalk’s virtue. #dailycinquain #cinquain #poemaday #creativewritingwmbakester (51)in poetry • 3 years agoJanuary 26th CinquainDuring the Winter Months . . . Our world constricts as the places we are willing to go are limited by cold and snow.wmbakester (51)in poetry • 3 years agoJanuary 22nd CinquaiThe Morning After . . . The sun’s glare reflecting off the fresh, untouched snow erases last night’s sins from my vision.wmbakester (51)in poetry • 3 years agoJanuary 21st CinquainThat First Sip of Coffee . . . Bitter and tenuous like kissing a lost love full of familiarity and longingwmbakester (51)in poetry • 3 years agoJanuary 19th CinquainSubzero Temps . . . We walk with eyes turned down. The icy ground beneath our feet, all that keeps our thoughts from the cold.wmbakester (51)in poetry • 3 years agoJanuary 14th CinquainAfter a Dusting of Snow . . . I am reluctant to ruin the world’s newly found innocence with the weight of my step.wmbakester (51)in poetry • 3 years agoJanuary 10th CinquainOn Cold Mornings . . . I speak judiciously so that my words, as white puffs, will linger in the cups of your ears.wmbakester (51)in poetry • 3 years agoJanuary 7th CinquainDuring the Cold Winter Months . . . We move slower—muscles tighten and steps shorten— as we are aged by an icy sidewalk.wmbakester (51)in poetry • 3 years agoJanuary 2nd CinquainDay Two of the New Year Just a dusting of snow— not enough to blanket the trash along the road that led us here.wmbakester (51)in poetry • 3 years agoJanuary 1st Cinquain (in honor of Betty WhiteBetty White (1922–1921) . . . With arms windmilling through air, I stumbled into the New Year with a broken fun- -ny bone.wmbakester (51)in poetry • 3 years agoDecember 24th CinquainDriving Home Christmas Eve . . . With each mile, I slip back further into my youth— classic rock blaring on the ra- -dio.wmbakester (51)in poetry • 3 years agoDecember 22nd CinquainEuterpe . . . That damn Muse once again has dragged me from the warmth of my bed to write a cinquain for you.wmbakester (51)in poetry • 3 years agoDecember 19th CinquainFamily Obligations (aka Christmas Dinner) . . . Stepping from the shower, I paint on a smile and compose a speech about how life is good.wmbakester (51)in poetry • 3 years agoDecember 18th CinquainA Murder of Crows . . . Is perched above—their caws growing more boisterous as I near an icy patch on the walk.
