Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt. Not sure how to participate? Here are the steps to get started.
Mismatched hands and tiny feet
Tick? No – a tock
Mechanical hearts, chimes that beat
An old eternal mantle seat.
Baby cries at will
I hear the sound – where? Half past three
Time! Stop – stand still!
Curious little eyes I see
A youth leaping to old for thee
I step forward
but leave behind a memory
Turning fast, time turning quickly
Where’d time go?
I’ve lost it…everywhere?
I first cane across this mode at Creative Talents Unleash – a wonderful website for this poetically inclined.
If you are unfamiliar with type of poem – it follows a loose five line metric verse.
Line 1: Four syllables
Line 2: Eight syllables
Line 3: Four syllables
Line 4: Eight syllables
Line 5: Eight syllables
Older forms of the poem rhyme – however modern examples rarely seem to do.
Feel like an experiment? Attempt your own Cinquain!
Choose an aspect of your life, live it and love it. Memories are passing, writing is immortal.
What better way to honour it but to make it eternal?
Explore your fiction.
And love your reality.