Sketchbook Trish Shields, CA

Crown Cinquain

A Poet silent but for the hush found between synaptic firing—a poet looks within without his world begins each day caught within the clutches of a dragon or the moonlight or both each day marries truth with fantasy—words bubble forth in a fount from fingertips at last! taking wing they are free each thought has a pattern woven between lines of pain or pleasure written with hand steadfast the poet moulds each word the depths of his heart and soul released

 

Villanelle Dreams of the Serpent The beauty of a fresh new day With birdsong to fill my heart Nighttime thoughts are kept at bay Each day is christened with a ray From sunset to mornings start The beauty of a fresh new day God's sweet wisdom done in clay Each creation with His mark Nighttime thoughts are kept at bay His Breath and Thought on display Formed at birth, then pulled apart: The beauty of a fresh new day Raucous ravens have their way Each day of mourning starts Nighttime thoughts are kept at bay Sweet life in constant disarray Birth at sun and death with dark The beauty of a fresh new day Nighttime thoughts are kept at bay

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