Pain (Cinquain) Poem by Cynthia Buhain-baello
Pain (Cinquain)
Constant
Pouring rain breaks
A hard rock to pieces
Pain, like rain, when poured out daily
Breaks hearts.
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'Cinquain' consists of five lines in 2-4-6-8-2 syllables arrangement,
poetic in form (imagery, metaphor, etc.) , may not rhyme or have rhythm, but consistent in content, texture, and flow.
i tried this form recently.. you did it well.
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4/18/2024 6:10:28 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Pain is like a prescription that has not been yet refilled, you feel not relief until it is done, talk to your pharmacist to speed it up...And you will see the final result...well penned, Cynthia, only time will tell...patience, Que sera, sera...What will be, will be, let the music play, meanwhile... Keep it up! Love and Peace...Romeo