A Cinquain

by Corina   Jul 16, 2011


He’s dead
Dead forever
Died in a cruel war
I am very sad and lonely
Gone, lost

His eyes
Big, round, blue eyes
Forever closed and gone
Wish that I could see them again
Blue eyes

His smile
Nice, beautiful, kind lips
Never to speak again
I miss his golden, caring smile
Dimples

His voice
Softly spoken
No more words, no-one there
I miss the talks we used to have
Quiet words

Anton
Personality
My wonderful brother
Such a hero in times of need
Brother.

Late 2006.

Was to go with a short story I wrote about world war 2

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  • 13 years ago

    by deeplydesturbed

    Wow.. i like it :) i felt very much like i was there! good use of words and descriptions.

  • 13 years ago

    by Michael D Nalley

    This is the first cinquain I have read .You used this style well The feeling of the poem was not sacrificed for the format

    well done!

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