Wind Blows
Wind blows
dandelions
send life floating onward
words spoken leech into our lives
touching.
. . .
Poetry is the best words in the best order.
—Samuel Coleridge
If you are a writer, you know the feeling when words float in the air unwilling to move onto the page.
This April, I found the Twitter feed of @AlexPriceWriter. Alex provides a daily #CinquainPrompt that has become my secret salve for those wordless days. The constraints of the cinquain form create a safe sandbox for creativity. The short poem gives me a feeling of accomplishment.
I would like to say that after writing the cinquain the language floodgates open—sometimes—but it is enough to capture a fleeting thought in 2-4-6-8-2.
I’ve also discovered other poetic souls and Alex’s carefree, sublime, and often profound cinquains.
I have found my center in the cinquains.
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