New Poetry Game-Cinquain Chain- Come on, it's easy and fun!

For now
I'm really fine
Yes, I do still love you
And My support is yours, but we
Need time

Need time
to find myself;
like keys misplaced, I search
high and low, inside-out, I am
still lost.

"Still Lost"
Is the title
Of my newest painting
Sold the empty canvas for a
Bundle

"Bundle
up," Mom would call
from the porch standing tall.
"Or you'll fall ill and catch the flu."
Ah-choo!

Ah-choo!
I heard his sneeze -
He sat near me and said
"We shouldn't watch the night sky much
today..."

Today...
I thought of you
just as I always do,
I'm thinking this time, It could work
Hoping

Hoping
today would be
different, he took the
same route to work in the same car.
Was it?

Was it
your eyes I've seen
reflected on my heart?
Since I can't know for sure, I hide
my sighs

My sighs.
Abound around
like the wind that does blow
You could hear it from afar, like
my thoughts

My thoughts
drift lost at sea,
tossed by waves - memories.
Against their tide, I cannot swim;
I float.

I float
On the cloud nine
just for a while with you
I am content to have just that
I Am

I am
A funeral.
I feel the shorter day
Is dazzled when prounouncing
Your Name.

Your name
runs through my head
cuz all I think about is you
and all we could be together
as one

As one
We do great things
We do terrible things
In irresistible numbers
Driven

Driven
by winter rain
trees are talking about
all the flowers that disappeared
last night

last night
I dreamed of you
You kept pushing away
But in the end, you grabbed onto
my hand

My hand
And doubtless limbs
Despised as much as I.
I asked for less than what I want,
Yet they...

Yet they
nonchalantly
waddle up to the blade
waiting to tear them asunder
for lunch

For lunch
I'll check the fridge
I feel like green today
Something green that's supposed to be
...Nothing?

...Nothing?
An unanswered
call to arms. Black silence
smothers a timid heart afraid
to beat.

to beat
predicaments
are sensory centered
in the glowing or growing need
he knew

He knew
He thought, but not
In fact. He insisted
Nonetheless, and thus he showed his
Weakness

Weakness
in the wailing!
I vow I will give you
reason to howl, but this time with
feeling.

feeling
gradually
the ever eager to
topple deftly over her end
of all

Of all
Contempts you build
You cast your best at me,
For it is me you hate the most
But why?

But why?
Maggie Moos has
"Cinnamoo Bun", "Pina
Cowlada" too. What? No "Meadow
Muffin"?

(Maggie Moos is our local ice cream parlor with creative flavors)

(I noticed on the first page that
double posting was granted by the
original poster so I hope no one minds)

Muffin
Man of Drury
I knew him as a child
Please deliver 'fore days are gone
morning

Morning
The sun is up
All the birds are singing
Why am I not singing? Oh yeah
Monday

Monday
like a coffin
its inevitable
ceremony will stifle
spirits

Spirits
All around me
They shimmer, multiply,
Call out. Maybe it's time to leave
The bar

The bar
beckons to me
but I refuse to budge.
Elves waylay me the moment I
indulge.

indulge
at later dates
that come in containing
puzzles of pictures that are deemed
to out

to out
that git, to wit,
and join the stolid boars
oinking bright contempt for haughty
humans

Oberon Speakes

humans
so pretentious
oafish silly creatures
a bother to the færie folke
( laughing )

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

laughing
duality
emits a length wise out
looking arch of elf eating its
self sure

self sure
the fire fly floats
from leaves, flowers and twigs
spreading its twinkling light around
like moon!

like moon
veiled secrecy
provocative clouds tease
a glint of light ignites intrigue
briefly

Blossom Blues

Briefly
did you abide
In my heart, a flower
Its blossom bright; never fading
Your love

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

your love
rains happily
ever after the sun
shine affair of a belonging
to you

To you,
the moon is cheese
knives and forks are angels
and trees, elves. I wish I had your
belief.