Category Archives: Cinquain

A cinquain is a poetic form invented by Adelaide Crapsey, with five line stanzas with a defined number of syllables and accented syllables per line. The number of syllables per line is 2-4-6-8-2 and the pattern of accented syllables per line is 1-2-3-4-1. For more information on the cinquain form of poetry, see the link: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cinquain

Watch Tower

People varying in shape, size, and description drawn by the mystical gifts of the sea. Crowds flock to its edges in yearly pilgrimage to bask in its infinity with awe. Come fall its shores remain faithful sentinels of the secrets … Continue reading

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The Phases of Being

Body. Life’s first chapter. Growth surging from desires. A corporeal expression of who we are. Our minds expand. Learning leads to knowledge culminating in who and what we will become. At last, spirit. Discernment of deeper purpose leading us to … Continue reading

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Starry, Starry Night

The sky on a clear night as far as naked eyes can see is peppered with millions of stars.

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Rain, Rain, Go Away….

The rain came down in sheets creating grey curtains that shrouded from vision all that was outside the view from the window. Eyes straight forward, never able to see anything but rain, rain.

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UFOs

The hum of cicadas incessantly sounding alien tones signaling the phenom coming up from the earth every seventeen years and then shedding their bodies to return naked to the ground to wait until it is time to repeat their sojourn … Continue reading

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Bare Trees

Bare trees. Silent victims felled by violent storms that wreaked havoc on life and limb. Lifeless they float upon the lake quietly decaying while scavengers forage and feast until there is nothing left but the shell of their stately and … Continue reading

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Life’s Steppingstones

I step off moss-covered stones that lead to the past. I look for fresh ones to move me toward a new place beyond the horizons I guarded so carefully.  I trust I have what it takes to find my way.  … Continue reading

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The Daily Grind

Weary I feel this day having done too much when my body is fighting to heal itself. The pace of life allows us so little down time to attend to ourselves, rest and just be. The years will swiftly pass … Continue reading

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High Anxiety

I hate having nightmares, waking me and leaving me anxious, afraid to return to sleep. Instead, I lie awake worrying about things that may never happen to me at all. A waste… this precious time gone, never returning. Another night … Continue reading

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