Cinquains

And I remember reading about cinquains while figuring out what I've been saying.
They're poems of sorts,
with rules of course,
and I have it in mind to write one.


Love
Forever after
Longing, wanting, needing
Fill these empty feelings
My dear

Of Birds

The birds will fly
To southern skies
Or so that's what I hear

I wouldn't know
A hawk from a sparrow
If the difference bit me in the rear

The ways of words

Some say I have a way with words
I say words have a way with me
I pick out sentences from the ether
With their meanings hidden within

Sometimes I see
Sometimes it comes out at me
And sometimes it just swallows me whole

I think and I stutter
To say words that should oughta
Give meaning to my life and my soul

Sat, Jan 19th 2008
I wonder what this will sound like
once the trip's over.