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Saturday, 7 November 2015

Quintet of Cinquains

hello
stagnant
road less travelled
somehow known all along
singing in the mornings glory
pointless

dead end
unfortunate
circumstances led us
light at the end of a tunnel
hoping

false start
wrong set of clues
hoping to find something
sensing a foot in the gutter
slipping

rippling
looking skyward
anything other than
awkwardly standing inside now


dearly
longing to see
waiting for clarity
looking for that which is other
somewhere