The traditional cinquain is based on a syllable count.
line 1 - 2 syllables
line 2 - 4 syllables
line 3 - 6 syllables
line 4 - 8 syllables
line 5 - 2 syllables
in this game, take the last line of the previous persons cinquain, the same way we play the shared Haiku game.
I'll start:
These words
are black and white
but bring color to mind
lemons, sun dried blue-bonnets and
red barns
next person begins with red barns
"Don't matter who they are, anybody sets foot in this house, they are company and don't let me catch you remarking on their ways like you were so high and mighty."
Red barns
come across the
car window as one drives
across the Pennsylvania
country
How's that? Cool. A little harder than haiku but not as hard as tanka.
LET THERE BE LIGHT
"Love follows knowledge." – St. Catherine of Siena
My literature blog: http://ashesfromburntroses.blogspot.com/
This looks really interesting!
Red barns
present in farms
are to little children
a source of entertainment
and fun
(Is this the right way to play this game?)
Last edited by Pensive; 11-21-2006 at 09:00 AM.
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.
and fun
such a strange word
sometimes makes me wonder
if, maybe, Speaking's not pretty
at all
at all
of these swollen
rivers churning around
the halfway drowned and willing blind,
I look.
"Don't matter who they are, anybody sets foot in this house, they are company and don't let me catch you remarking on their ways like you were so high and mighty."
wow....this looks really hard but im up for a poetry challenge! great idea Riesa!
I look
Past the beggars
Grime and caked blood
No importance ,I have deadlines
Pennies
I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of anything than of a book! When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library.
Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
Pennies
swing the swollen
stack of change we treasure,
each lends its weight to our amount
of time.
I apologize for the double post, but I couldn't resist.
Of time
and human faults
we grow restless, anxious
to see the end of our parade
of pride.
no need to apologize, cinquain away!
of pride
she knows little
though she's witnessed it in
others reeling drunk with their own
glory
"Don't matter who they are, anybody sets foot in this house, they are company and don't let me catch you remarking on their ways like you were so high and mighty."
glory
that with a shift
of image becomes a
warrior singing, his voice
like rain
"Don't matter who they are, anybody sets foot in this house, they are company and don't let me catch you remarking on their ways like you were so high and mighty."
Glory
glazes the eyes
of those to remember,
parchment no proper tomb to store
the dead.
Like rain
a poem will fall,
splashing like a rogue fish
upon the surface of senses,
unkept.
Last edited by Il Penseroso; 11-29-2006 at 02:09 PM.
oops, sorry IP.
"Don't matter who they are, anybody sets foot in this house, they are company and don't let me catch you remarking on their ways like you were so high and mighty."
unkept
benevolence
flushes from fog-strewn hearts
frightening those unaccustomed
to gain
"Don't matter who they are, anybody sets foot in this house, they are company and don't let me catch you remarking on their ways like you were so high and mighty."
To gain
Sweat leaks on cards
Body shakes, picks it up
To win, lose my dier misfortune
I lost
I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of anything than of a book! When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library.
Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
I lost
the thoughts that float
and quiver in a breeze,
like snow they gather only in
the cold.
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