Little things, with some structure

Some rough, some smooth, and here's 2 tries at Cinquains, one old, one new.


Sometimes the image is only a gentle touch
Among quiet hours
When cold harsh lights
Will not intrude the dusky softness.
Sometimes the image is a necessary calm
A child‘s smile.


Cinnamon tea is a warming sound,
Softly dressing a silken minute.
Delicious is quite a pretty color,
Lightly wrapping the quiet hours.


Touchings, soft as fur and hard
as diamond saturate our senses,
overwhelm perception, breathing
life into spaces found between us.


HAPPY BIRTHDAY, AUBADE, CINQUAIN. 1984

The sun
In sudden grace
Arrives, awakes in May
With winter done, a warmer place
Birth Day!


HAPPY NEW YEAR, CINQUAIN 2003

New Year’s
portends, like Moons
in kissing dreams, a chance
And drinking vows, arriving soon
New Days!


BABY RAP FOR RHYTHM ROWS
(Ya know, like corn rows, gotta practice style once in a while, baby)

listen to a Rap,
get yo head round dat beat
da rhyming beat, meat, feet
But the word come from da street
my friend fall out like heat
on a Corner in an L-A- night
Around the hood
where the word, bro, Word
is yo, what’s down is good.

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