trumpets distant voices call golden tones play purple birds unseen are heard in distance muted embers grow soft, oboe to flute the somber sky descends heavy eyelids dying
This was written for Colleen’s weekly poetry challenge. Today was a choice between synonyms only and writing a butterfly cinquain with a color word included. I chose the later. I’ll let you decide on the meaning ;)
Music Handmade glass bulbs Ancient songs about birth Cheap ornaments bought in childhood Gingerbread
The sadly-sweet strains of Vince Guaraldi’s piano fill the air with the melancholy of Charlie Brown, and with nostalgia. I open the package and carefully unwrap the treasures within. I smile at the first priceless item, a box with cheap bulbs from the 1930s bought at an antique store for only a dollar. That was from my first Christmas alone. Next there is a bulb wrapped in tissue from several years later. It was bought at an art gallery for more than the price of 20 boxes of Wal Mart ornaments. But then there are those Wal Mart specials, all gold and red. As I go through the decorations one-by-one and slowly fill the tree, the music changes to the late medieval music of Praetorius. Why did Christmas demand to have a soundtrack that included so much from the medieval and Renaissance? The last bulb up, I stand back as the Roche’s version of Sleigh Ride adds a joyful note to the air.
Bing crones White Christmas Ancient boxes hold treasure Gingerbread spices Sounds heard but once every year Add sparkle to old glass bulbs
Water Wispy curtains Clothe rock in twisting threads The cool air throbs with moist thunder And peace
This was written for Colleen’s Poetry Challenge. This week was for a specific form, the Cinquain. I chose a version of this form that is, in order, 1, 2, 3, 4, and 1 stresses and 2, 4, 6, 8, and 2 syllables.