Sunday, 18 January 2015

18. Cinquains

(i)
Oh dear.....
Cinquains, haikus
are all I can think of,
sadly, my creativity
dried up.

(ii)
Digging
deep inside for
inspiration but the
well that holds my ideas has just
run dry.

(iii)
At this
rate I think this
challenge will last just one
month unless my muse, now sleeping,
wakes up!

4 comments:

  1. Dearest Friend,
    our annual flights of fancy
    lead two ordinary people
    to treasured hours
    playing catch-up in the streets
    of our belov'd birth city.

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  2. The muse lives on and on and

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  3. Blogging.
    so new to me
    made a new google ID
    to comment on your poetry
    .........if only i could remember the password ;(

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