#cinquainUnmoderated tagAll postsTrending CommunitiesSteemitCryptoAcademyNewcomers' Communityআমার বাংলা ব্লগKorea • 한국 • KR • KOSTEEM CN/中文Steem AllianceWORLD OF XPILARAVLE 일상Beauty of CreativitySteem POD TeamItalySCT.암호화폐.CryptoExplore Communities...#cinquainTrendingHotNewPayoutsMutedwmbakester (51)in Freewriters • 2 years agoPicking Through My Father's ThingsAfter his death, we di- -vide his life into piles of what we treasure, sell, and throw away.wmbakester (51)in #writing • 3 years agoApril 1st CinquainApril Fools . . . March left an icy patch on my front stoop, fooling me into thinking that spring had not…wmbakester (51)in #writing • 3 years agoMarch 18th CinquainThis Morning . . . Birdsong tugs at my thoughts yanking them from the grasp, the daily cacophony, of the news.…wmbakester (51)in #writing • 3 years agoMarch 14th CinquainOne Last Roar . . . March growls an icy howl a gust of snow-filled wind, a warning she’s as much lion as lamb.…wmbakester (51)in #poetry • 3 years agoMarch 13th CinquainI Step Out on My Deck . . . And I imagine spring will magically appear as the sun dispels the white puffs of…wmbakester (51)in #poetry • 3 years agoMarch 8th CinqauinAt the Loss of a Mother . . . Life feels like it’s coming unglued—a pillar of its foundation crumbling inside of…wmbakester (51)in #poetry • 3 years agoMarch 3rd CinquainToday’s Cinquain It Seems . . . That no matter how long I sit here and stare at my screen, this is the best I’m…wmbakester (51)in #poetry • 3 years agoFebruary 21st CinquainOn Presidents Day . . . I feel nostalgic for when patriotism to nation trumped loyalty to leaders.wmbakester (51)in #poetry • 3 years agoFebruary 20th CinquainSunday Morning Bowling The dogs barge out of their kennels and between my legs as if trying to pick up a spare.wmbakester (51)in #poetry • 3 years agoFebruary 14th CinquainMy Red Sweater . . . Was once a scarlet hue like passion. Now, as love, it’s worn and faded, comfortable to wear.wmbakester (51)in #poetry • 3 years agoFebruary 13th CinquainOn a Dare . . . At three in the morning I’d strip and run naked down the empty streets if not for the cold.wmbakester (51)in #poetry • 3 years agoFebruary 13th CinquainFebruary 13th Burritoed (verb) . . . In bed with a dog pressed against each side of me so that I am trapped under the blankets.wmbakester (51)in #poetry • 3 years agoFebruary 12th CinquainToday, My Muse . . . In her wanton way, left me to embark on an odyssey with a more able poet.wmbakester (51)in #poetry • 3 years agoFebruary 7th CinquainIt Happened Again . . . A light dusting of snow seduced my eyes, my feet into believing the sidewalk’s virtue.…wmbakester (51)in #poetry • 3 years agoFebruary 2nd CinquainGround Hog Day . . . I stood in front of that meteorologic seer spit hood in one hand, the other a club.wmbakester (51)in #poetry • 3 years agoJanuary 26th CinquainDuring the Winter Months . . . Our world constricts as the places we are willing to go are limited by cold and snow.wmbakester (51)in #poetry • 3 years agoJanuary 22nd CinquaiThe Morning After . . . The sun’s glare reflecting off the fresh, untouched snow erases last night’s sins from my vision.wmbakester (51)in #poetry • 3 years agoJanuary 21st CinquainThat First Sip of Coffee . . . Bitter and tenuous like kissing a lost love full of familiarity and longingwmbakester (51)in #poetry • 3 years agoJanuary 19th CinquainSubzero Temps . . . We walk with eyes turned down. The icy ground beneath our feet, all that keeps our thoughts from the cold.wmbakester (51)in #poetry • 3 years agoJanuary 14th CinquainAfter a Dusting of Snow . . . I am reluctant to ruin the world’s newly found innocence with the weight of my step.