Cinquain Train

L.J. · Sep 24, 2011

for God
the author of
my intellect, I wait
my soul quiet and still amongst
chaos

CDSinex · Sep 24, 2011

Chaos
I know your name.
Your unwelcome visits
wreak havoc in my simple world—
once more.

RyanLKing · Sep 25, 2011

Once more,
Unto the breach
Dear friends, once more; he said
King Henry V? No! But Shakespeare.
Playwright.

B.D. Eyeslie · Sep 25, 2011

Playwrite,
author of life,
I pray for your insight.
What do you mean; "Sit down and write."?
Later ...

L.J. · Sep 25, 2011

later
I'll sail away
find starfish on the shore
love in places I never looked
before

B.D. Eyeslie · Sep 25, 2011

Before
I fell in love,
everything was grimy.
Now everything is still grimy--
but love.

A. Hamilton · Sep 26, 2011

but love
has schemed again
tripping me with his tricks
so why do I flutter when you
catch me?

Blarg · Sep 26, 2011

Catch me
in a wayward
glance at dancing goblins --
how do you know I'm not dancing
for you?

RyanLKing · Sep 26, 2011

For you,
There’s nothing I
Wouldn't do to see you
Smile just this one time my sweet one.
Worry.

B.D. Eyeslie · Sep 27, 2011

Worry--
with your soft tears
soaking my shirt collar,
your scented hair brings me hope of
more time.

L.J. · Sep 27, 2011

more time
spent in this cell
wasting away the hours
on fantasy, forbidden dreams
devour

Blarg · Sep 27, 2011

More time
accumulates
like plague rosettes speckling
a house full of you in each clean
window.

kborsden · Sep 27, 2011

devour
the rancid meat,
the fetid, worm ridden
carcass of a past, better hung
butchered

B.D. Eyeslie · Sep 28, 2011

Butchered,
no vegans here
will kill the fatted calf,
yet his rampage has left the house
ruined.

CDSinex · Sep 28, 2011

Ruined.
The bridge is out,
the lower road is gone.
The gentle brook enraged by rain—
now rests.

B.D. Eyeslie · Sep 29, 2011

Now rests
the Boston team,
choking on its own tongue.
The saucy season led to this ...
collapse.

RyanLKing · Sep 30, 2011

Collapse.
Before my eyes.
Life drains from your warm flesh.
Smoke rises from the gun I hold.
Whoopsie!

B.D. Eyeslie · Oct 1, 2011

Whoopsie!
That's all you say?
With my shattered Ming vase
scattered on the floor at your feet ...
revenge!

RyanLKing · Oct 2, 2011

Revenge,
Is a dish best
Served cold with a side of
Heartless laughter and insane eyes
-Methinks.

B.D. Eyeslie · Oct 5, 2011

Meth inks
the book of speed.
How many words a day???
To dream—to try—to laugh—to cry ...
to sleep.

RyanLKing · Oct 7, 2011

To Sleep
Or not to sleep
That's the question at hand
Oh how I wish it weren't the case
So tired.

CDSinex · Oct 10, 2011

So tired
she now sleeps in.
The season to shine’s passed—
The harvest bare fields won’t need her
‘til spring.

A. Hamilton · Oct 10, 2011

'til Spring
opens her heart,
the lover only hopes
that Winter's ragng lust will bring
Flowers

CDSinex · Oct 11, 2011

Flowers
are deadheaded
and tossed in the compost.
So much to be done before the
first frost.

B.D. Eyeslie · Oct 11, 2011

First frost,
glasses empty,
not an ice cube in sight--
time for steaming mugs of friendship
to toast.

Cinquain Train

L.J.

CDSinex

Imagine something clever here.

RyanLKing

B.D. Eyeslie

L.J.

B.D. Eyeslie

A. Hamilton

here for a minute...catch me?

Blarg

RyanLKing

B.D. Eyeslie

L.J.

Blarg

kborsden

Has a few recurring issues

B.D. Eyeslie

CDSinex

Imagine something clever here.

B.D. Eyeslie

RyanLKing

B.D. Eyeslie

RyanLKing

B.D. Eyeslie

RyanLKing

CDSinex

Imagine something clever here.

A. Hamilton

here for a minute...catch me?

CDSinex

Imagine something clever here.

B.D. Eyeslie