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

Entwined
Soot stained faces
Rags caught in sidewalk cracks
Entaglement of twisted lies
Grasping

grasping,
straws exist not
in this realm or the next.
still empty hand reaches, opens
then shuts

then shuts
the door on love,
denying any hope
for a reconciliation -
the end

The end,
really was quite
a beautiful thing in
itself, revealéd what love will
not be.

not be...
dark, final words
fell from her paling lips.
looking into his deep blue eyes,
she swam

wow susan..that was beautiful
She swam
Murky waters
of feathered masquerades
They elegantly masticate
Tossed bread

tossed bread
on silver lake
inviting local geese
for tea, taste of society's
good will

Good will
toward men is
what we all cheer this time
of year, but in our hearts there is
malice.

p.s. Very nice susan...

malice
for whom? and why?
differences divide
and polarize. we need under-
standing

thanks for the kind welcome, everyone! i am having so much fun here!


standing
solid, secure.
facing oncoming fire
with determination, strong faith
upholds.

upholds
the world upon
his back, and stands steadfast
though sinews crack and bones bind hard,
Atlas

Wow, people are really getting the hang of this, very nice cinquains.

Atlas
the common man
trembled in tragic breeze,
grimace flushed by sweet relief, Earth
crashing.

Crashing
into others,
our fellow man in a
beautiful collision, again
we learn.

We learn
Societys faults
Unveiled in stolen youth
Each truth carved into deep wrinkles
Wisdom