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

aslant,
an acorn breaks.
the are we, the who?
arises. discussed, and dismissed
again

again
a yarn unspins
yellow flagellations,
the weakening tie carousing
its course.

its course
will take its way
running and winding down
among the willows hanging there
weeping

weeping...
my very depths
torn apart...inside out
waves of pain and grief, on my knees,
collapsed

collapsed
upon ourselves
we weep for what might have
been! Oh those ever taunting might
have beens

have beens
like those has beens
all washed up and drying out
should we, could we, would we change that
for chance

for chance
i toss the dice
watch them roll, spinning and
tumbling across the green baize table...
Sevens!


Edit: Sevens?? Sevens??! How do you get SEVENS on dice??? LOL!

Sevens!
some are deadly,
I have toyed with them all,
but they are not playthings are they?
they kill

they kill,
without thinking,
the spirit that creates -
bless the teacher who gives them red
and time

and time
has funny ways
writing lines on our face
washing mountains out into seas--
passing

passing
within arm's length
of each other, we dance,
each with our partners, but loving
others

others
take us places
we might not go alone
buy a ticket, get it punched, climb
aboard

aboard
this thundering
train that drags me through life....
leave me here till my ticket has
expired

expired
my date is up
time to be recycled
put me in the bin with him, a ride
so fun

So fun
To be resting
On your chest and to laugh
With you, before falling asleep
Again