Cinquain

 

 

John Daleiden, US   In the Valley of the Sun   Visions in my mad mind— I seek shelter from heat in a Saguaro's slim shadows at noon. Yucca blooms bend in winds from distant mountain peaks; soaring on thermals, two golden eagles. —the night, alive with sounds, whispers on sandy winds— ti-pi-ya-oh, call the drovers voices. Full moon— a coyote slinks through the dark mesquite; in the distance the Estrella Mountains. At dawn a glint of light reflects in the broad curves of Gila River—the crops lush and green

 

Karen O'Leary, US   Stolen Dreams   drunk star’s maroon sports car plows into young jogger— Harvard’s acceptance dies in his pocket   In the Storm   over the horizon, tumbleweeds dodge oaks to avoid being crushed as giants tumble     Power Players   pompous politicians spout false propaganda, playing people for personal pursuit