Mid the churning mist, the evil eye,
Nestled in the seeming soft whorl,
Sets his sights on fragile earth,
Sweeping all in his gaze,
We ready and brace,
Water, milk, bread,
Hurricane
Matthew
Time
Hurricane
October 5, 2016
Straw Hat, Things loosely called poetry, Weather Smut, Yeah Write Nonet, Poem, weather 9 Comments
Anticipation
March 25, 2015
Straw Hat Cinquain, Dogs, Poem, Secrets 5 Comments
Pretty
she sits and waits
eyes cast about longing
pink tip of tongue traces her lips
eager
Behind
my back I hold the prize she seeks
Is it bacon or beef
What’s my secret
Good Dog
My first try at a mirror cinquain or any cinquain for that matter. It may stink, but it was fun. The idea was born out of this week’s prompt and the coffee-house espresso shot. I’m not sure it really fits Nate’s idea at all, just what came to me.