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

ever
is the starkly marked,
prints imprinted on our minds,
making effulgent day so dark
for now

For now
I will remain
silent....because it is
a virtue that will bring to me...
freedom.

freedom
does it exist?
Or is it illusion;
an elaborate trick? Are we
so blind?

So blind
is the dark night:
An enigma amongst
the vibrant stars, waiting to be
defined.

defined
in the night light
your shadow pursues me
seeking direction to my heart
your there

you're there
amongst the stars,
winking at me through the
blank expanse of space. Knowing I
miss you...

miss you...
two words define
the existence of our
relationship and yet remain
hollow.

Hollow
rang mad hoof beats,
Crane turned: God! What followed?
Darkness alive, Grim Death it cheats--
heads beats...

heads beats
with the wind caught
madly cheating it all
swiftly galloping to the end
haunting

haunting
memories drift
as smoke caught in the dead
air of forgotten dreams. I sniff
them in...

them in
an empty house
fourth floor back left win...
a ghost so evil dwelled, no mouse
aroused...


inspired by the short story Fourth Floor Back

aroused
the flower smiled
ignited in brillance
arrayed in laughter and delight
nature

Nature
spoke to me, in
a voice with such fervour
as is enrapt, driving my sins
therein.

"...therein
lies the question"
he said, although I did
not hear the point. I nod, and so
agree

agree
on everything
regardless of belief
avoid discussions and conflict
yeah right

Yeah right!
They all say that.
And we did too, of course.
The "What is this world coming to"
I pause.

how would,
these profligates,
atone for plight and loss
if affluence is of little
concern

Concern
leads to stagnance,
when all around is woe,
seeping every gladness here-thence,
filling

filling,
alveoli,
tracts with abject canker,
nurturing the thick coat of stress,
embalmed

I'm confused. I thought the next person was supposed to start their cinquain with the last two words of the person before them.

I just kept continuing from the last two syllables of mine... I've come to realize that many lit netters who contribute to this Cinquan topic condone repeated posts but always with the last two syllables available for the next random chain.

You may resume from the syllables: Embalmed..

(And I believe it is the last two syllables not words..)

Hello and welcome to the forums by the way, ampuole. I sincerely hope you enjoy your stay (as well as, if not better than I have) :).

embalmed
I think it strange
what warmed a lover's touch
and made us blush and healed our wounds
is gone

Is gone
From the Table
The small glass elephant
I got from the souvenir shop
Today

Today
is all there is.
Back when things went astray
was all yesterday's westerlies--
Release

Release
Give yourself away
To your joy and sadness
Fall back into my arms and rest
Trust me

Trust me
he says, but eyes
so dark and shifty say
otherwise. Politely I turn
away

away
the mountains fall
behind the black ribbon
of my journey, a road unknown —
farewell

farewell
Andromeda
welcome welcome welcome
the female warrior now unchained
bright star

farewell
to life, i bade!
i have drunk from the well
of life, now 'tis time to join dead
comrades.

oops!

bright star
shines on me, and
it whispers in my ear
stories of a faraway land,
once grand...

once grand
she stands, back swayed
remembering dances
one two three, one two three, with him
dreaming

dreaming...
"all we ever
do or seem is but a
dream within a dream...", so said Poe...
correct...

correct
what you have learned
about this paper boat
afloat upon a paper sea
and breathe

and breathe
your cleansing breath
that it might fill you up
so you can float around and watch
yourself

And breathe
fire, like dragons,
roar like the oceans seethe,
pounce on targets like a lion!
Storm on.

storm on
as we approach
our enemies. Prepare
to fight, to kill, to maim. We are
at war

at war
do not cry child
angels watch the soldiers —
hear them sigh, as they spread their wings
and fly

and fly
we must go high
bounce off clouds, touch the sky
the rainbow wants to tell us why
we cry

we cry
although our tears
are wasted. Slipping down
ineffectually they are
pointless

pointless
to try to say
empty words meaningless,
for words dont heal, neither do they
give way