Cinquain
(“The first, fundamental form is a stanza of five lines of accentual verse, in which the lines comprise, in order, 1, 2, 3, 4, and 1 stresses…Then Crapsey decided to make the criterion a stanza of five lines of accentual-syllabic verse, in which the lines comprise, in order, 1, 2, 3, 4, and 1 stresses and 2, 4, 6, 8, and 2 syllables. Iambic feet were meant to be the standard for the cinquain, which made the dual criteria match perfectly. Some resource materials define classic cinquains as solely iambic, but that is not necessarily so.”) (source)
Think
Think
About the things
You don’t want to think of
That makes you question your reality
And change.
Stop
Running around
Chasing lies you believe
When the truth stands in front of you
Screaming
It’s priceless
To find the right
Buried among grey lines
Our world tells us is relative
Lies.
(I’m getting sick of people saying truth or right is relative. It’s not. So that idea inspired this poem. I have a feeling that the moods of my poem differ drastically because of how many things go through my head all the time. Sorry!)
No need to apologize; I enjoyed it. 🙂
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Thank you!
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Most welcome. ^^
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