Morning Cinquains
Storm clouds
delay daylight.
Morning sleeps in, grips dreams.
Waking, I swim up, fight against
rip tide.
Honey
swirls into tea—
fragrant warmth brings comfort,
Mom’s voice: “It’s okay, Honey, you’ll
be fine.”
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I needed this poem
Beautiful contrasts and the line breaks are sweet!
The use of tne cinquain form is refreshing. Well done!
Yummmmmmmm.
Delicate thunder.