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NOTE TO RATERS/REVIEWERS: American cinquains, developed by Adelaide Crapsey, have 22 syllables in five lines: 2-4-6-8-2. There should be a building of emotion and release. A crescendo 2-4-6-8 and a final dimuendo. Iambic meter is traditional but other meters are fine, although difficult. Also, traditionally there are 11 stresses, but this is not as important as the number of syllables. Some of my cinquains follow one of two modified forms: 3-5-7-9-3 or rarely 3-6-9-12-3. Both of these allow for dactyls and more intricate rhythms. In cinquains, the title can be most important, a sixth line that gives context. The cinquain is so restricted as to syllables that it can be obscure without a good title. So sometimes, anything that is not poetic enough for the poem is thrown into the title, quite different from haiku which have none. It is related to tanka. This is a particular form with strict rules that I like to bend but not break. Rhyme is not required. Neither is alliteration. link to Amaze: The Cinquain Journal: http://members.aol.com/acinquain/ Note: some poems may be in the editing process and not appear in correct forms. I NUMBER FOR EASIER REFERENCE FOR EDIT AND REVIEW. AND FOR ANYONE INTERESTED ENOUGH TO RATE INDIVIDUALLY!!! 1 Early morningsong Three laughs. Sweet June has chimed within a small boy’s voice. The melody of fatherhood, reminds. 10 juni 2005 2 unavailable {{b}A Question for Third Father’s Day Do you miss the diapers? The cries? The fuss? The burps? He’s old enough for a sibling now. Careful! 10 juni 2005} 3 unavailable {{b}Dad’s retort Careful? Three years have passed. What was I thinking then? That’s right! Nothing! But isn’t he so ME? 10 juni 2005} 4 Why can’t he sleep like stars? Stars wink, and yawn at dawn, but he awakes with joy, yells “Happy Father’s Day” to sleep- filled eyes. 10 juni 2005 5 Father’s day … much too early In jest, We bang the pans. No hangover ‘s allowed! The eggs-and-bacon ‘s almost done. Come on! 10 juni 2005 6 Payback Short legs Run, jump, skip, climb. Just like you! They snicker. Quick, put away the crystal, hide car keys. 10 juni 2005 7 The exasperated mother squeaks ... Take him. He’s yours till Six. Enjoy this Father’s Day. I will come back to pick him up, ... maybe. 12 juni 2005 8 Ask me about Father’s Day Warm sun, playground picnic. Watching clouds with my son. Better than chasing hockey pucks! He hoots. 12 juni 2005 © Kare Enga Author's notes: Number #1-8 are for my friend Gary McPike on his third Father's Day. 9 Without a filter Smoke coats the lungs with warmth, black bellows stoking fire. No tampax on HIS cigarette ablaze! Kåre Enga © 2004 Catalogue number: [161.491a.] 24 august 2004 10 Picnic memory Pickles, mustard, ketchup. Bread waited for the slide of tight packed processed meat between the buns. Kåre Enga © 2004 Catalogue number: [161.491b] 24 august 2004 11 Henry's coffeehouse On tap: chatter below art hung on flint rock walls that braved the fires of Quantrill's raid, survived. Kåre Enga © 2004 Catalogue number: [161.491c] 24 august 2004 12 January 1972 French blood colored fresh snow. The day, the month, your face? Long forgotten by everyone, but me. Kåre Enga © 2004 Catalogue number: [161.493a] 25 august 2004 13 His Royal Highness Ivan Ivan the terrible, tempest in a hotpot. Nutmeg, sugar, coffee islands, vapored. Catalogue number: [161.525c] 14 From a darkened corner Cello strings sing blue somber notes, adagios. My memory blurs, can’t see who plays. Is it ... ? Catalogue number: [161.530b] 15 Office morning parade Click-clack Here, the men quack! In their neck ties, black slacks, coffee in hand. What do they lack? Chick-snack. Catalogue number: [161.531a] 16 Aargh, why do I write this stuff? So soon, the poem ‘s done. Twenty-two syllables: answers to the world’s questions, unasked. Catalogue number: [161.531b] 17 Yellow Birdsong To sell canary charm: feed with seed, fresh water. Chants will trill at break of dawn, rid sorrow. Catalogue number: [161.534a] 18 September 10th Eve of Eleventh day, Sorrows of September aren’t known, nor predicted, ‘fore the morrow. Catalogue number: [161.534b] 19 Chetham at La Parrilla Diet Of rice and beans, Espinaca, yuca. Latin fare served by Bengali Kansan. Catalogue number: [161.535b] 20 Missouri visits K.U. Masshole, en masse on Mass. Friday night party town! Rush Limbaugh would be roasted here, naked. Catalogue number: [161.535c] 21 See that cute CEO wannabe? Big dick, and doctorate, broad shouldered, slim, tight hipped. What could there be wrong with this guy? Small heart. Catalogue number: [161.530a] Kåre Enga © 2004 22 So ... Heddrick Can you see your future across the sea of time? Where yellow lilies bloom ... softly voiced their chimes? Catalogue number: [161.512b] 23 Here come b-ball boy! Up t'ere, Luke skytalker, nordic pole, flaxen stalk, taller d'an Dakota oak trees, t'inner. Catalogue number: [161.523a] 24 4 year old Hubbard in the '41 Chevy Push clutch, roll down the hill, hidden, hit the starter, make the 'ghost car' roll up again, giggle. Catalogue number: [161.524] 25 Helper to the helpless Mabel, 'she-laughs-a-lot', 'Mabelline', 'Black Label'. "Can she introduce you to a shower?" Catalogue number: [161.524a] 26 John Taylor's Aunt Betty She said, "We're not gonna have enema that, John" He grinned, "Suppositorily speaking?" Catalogue: [161.527b] 27 BETWEEN US The desert between us 27a Can we talk? If cracks between bricks can sustain life in myriad forms how can this distance, dry cold and cruel, defeat us? The storm between us 27b Thunder bolts tell strange tales with light, flash blue, pink and white thru night. Your silence hovers in the stillness of static. God speaks of the bond between us 27c Sign language of the branches. Weaves of honey from clods and wisps. Sky and Earth connect: tree sap, prana from our breath. 9 juni 2005 NOTE Prana: a life breath or vital principle in Vedic and later Hindu religion; any of the three or more vital currents; the principle of life moving in the human body. 28 At the small town bookstore Quiet. After vespers, even the sunbeamed motes soft-shoe among the coffee cups and flies. 25 juni 2005 Catalogue number [162.219c] 29 Last lily blooming by Plymouth Church Petals, torn, wilted, weep; the stamens bending; will holding them back. Their fall still comes, then sleep. 25 juni 2005 Catalogue number [162.219a] 30 Exorcise of summer Heat seeps, beyond the bones, into weary muscles, then sweats away the excess fat and pants. 25 juni 2005 Catalogue number [162.219b] Note: 'exorcise' as in exorcise spirits or 'excess fat'. Not 'exercise', not a typo. Kåre Enga © 2004 31 A simple act of kindness Cara brings coffee, cream. From the 6th floor patio, I inhale dreams gleaned from viewing The Game. Football holds sway over autumn’s splendor. I sip and savor this Kansas moment of ruth. Kåre Enga © 2004 Notes: This is a mirror cinquain 2/4/6/8/2 2/8/6/4/2. ruth: kindness, antonym of ruthless. 32 Northern melodies Why not enjoy the buzz, fly’s kin that suck on skin? Dare you swat to kill Alaska’s songbird? Catalogue number: [161:458a4] 33 Alabama Ant and ant lion, hawk and rabbit, warm biscuits with gravy. We sit at separate tables. Catalogue number: [161.483b] 34 Arizona No green ‘s revealed by rock. The color of dryness shares no foothold of life without water. Catalogue number: [161.463b2] 35 unavailable {{b}California Patchquilt Of excitement: montañas, tsunami, playas, sushi, terremoto, Ahnold. Catalogue number: [161.482b2]} 36 Connecticut At Yale, wisteria hangs from stone, centuries old. Youth play on mown lawns with plastic Frisbees Catalogue number: [161.482a] 37 Rehobeth Beach Oysters know the accents: Philadelphia’s finest in three piece suits, gay Quebecers naked. Catalogue number number: [161.461c2] 38 Florida Palms soar above the scent of flowers, bend in breeze, before Storms-of-ages, break them in two. Catalogue number: [161.460a] 39 Never petulant in Peoria I was Illinoised till I gave up the pretense, trashed the masks, that Heartland hearts saw, sawed through. Catalogue number: [161.458c2] 40 As seen from Windsor Water, summer swimming, cherry trees, ice fishing, crowded ferries and Henry Ford, Detroit. Catalogue number: [161.481e4] 41 Montana No sky larger then grass spread beyond horizon, beyond buffalos that nurse daughters. Catalogue number: [161.483a] 42 North Dakota On wings Of Lakota flutes, woven with wonder from blue flax and blue sky, we dance with hoops. Catalogue number: [161.460b] 43 Ohio! “Hello!” To your three piece civility, bridging north and south. To your chilliness? “Bye-bye.” Catalogue number: [161.458d2] 44 South Carolina Time drifts. Fish eyes, ice tea, Bare wood floors, red dirt paths. The lazy Pee Dee drifts by here, past time. Catalogue number: [161.474e2] 45 Midland, Texas Oil stench, Guns and fists clenched, Violence raping hot desert land where people worship money. Catalogue number: [161.465c] 46 Richmond Statues stand in granite, legacy of an ancient war. Hearts still resist all change, stone cast. Catalogue number: [161.480b] 47 Vermonters Hidden behind the cloak of evergreen, red maples, silent under the white of snow, folk watch. Catalogue number: [161.480c2] 48 West Virginia She curves her narrow roads around green mountains and over coal fed streams to fiddles heard through mist. Catalogue number: [161.483c2] 49 Well’s Overlook On top, the tower sways. Feet beat to heart’s rhythm, climb to the climax of the day’s vision. Catalogue number: [161.493b] 25 august 2004 50 Afar from Kansas heights Can you overlook flaws? See me from your tower, diminished by the haze and mist, forgive? Catalogue number: [161.497b] 26 august 2004 51 Covering her back of hand Cold beads caress Bea’s skin, grasp her index finger, Indian engagement bracelet jangles. Catalogue number: [161.498a] 26 august 2004 52 No cups Ten cards dealt one by one swords, pentacles and wands, tell of Glenwood Springs and tarot murders. Catalogue number: [161.498b] 26 august 2004 53 Johnson County, Kansas Pale folk, rich and privileged. Add a homeless person, maybe an immigrant or two in red. Catalogue number: [161.499b] 26 august 2004 54 Colorless City’s kaleidoscope ‘s enhanced by rural green, while pure white suburbs sterilize with bleach. Catalogue number: [161.499a] 26 august 2004 55 Not far enough away Aching, to hear your voice, yet fear of rejection guards my silence a thousand miles away Catalogue number: [161.501a] 27 august 2004 56 Heart’s insights Go on! Get over him! Judgment barked by those who’ll never know the wisdom of love’s patience. Catalogue number: [161.501b] 27 august 2004 57 Waiting to say 'Happy Birthday' Seven days, ten fingers minus three, lifetime for a child of two, eternity for me. Catalogue number: [161.501c] 27 august 2004 58 Alcoholic attitudes Ant hills, stirred by thunder Hot electric liquid fills the couples with bad manners and piss. Catalogue number: [161.502a] 27 august 2004 59 Friday night at the shelter Scurry! Ants run amok. Thunder stirs the bottle, alcoholic fisticuffs and flurry. Catalogue number: [161.502b] 27 august 2004 60 Advice to suburbia Add red to black and white. To your weed-free lawns, add the flowers of the human garden. Catalogue number: [161.503] 27 august 2004 61 Farmer son’s first date Kansas cornfields beckon. Between the rows of stalks, the young cob shares sweetness with his girlfriend. Catalogue number: [161.506a] 29 august 2004 62 Rummy Cards dealt Seven each time Count points for runs and pairs, 5 for 2, 10 for queen, an ace? 15. Catalogue number: [161.506b] 29 august 2004 63 Hurricane Gaston Wind, clouds, Rainstorms, then sun. Bands of devastation cross the Carolina coastline with floods. Catalogue number: [161.507a] 30 august 2004 64 Hurricane Frances At sea, vortex churning, waves that toss tankers like relationships, like a stormy nightmare. Catalogue number: [161.507b] 30 august 2004 65 Quince in February Unwrapped, one small red bud awakes between the frosts, holding forth a scarlet promise Of warmth. Catalogue number: [161.1064b] 66 February’s flower “Today, none see my buds, scarlet, peach and yellow”. The quince, blooming out of season, takes note. Catalogue number: [161.1064c] 67 Silly Throw corn on frozen lakes. Geese will gather and speak like workers at office parties: drink, eat. Catalogue number: [161.1131a] 68 Two types of geese Proper, Dressed black and white they stand alert for corn thrown at their feet. With yellow beaks, they peck. Silk ties, black suits, white shirts. They stand alert for news. “The boss is dead or been demoted,” they peck. Catalogue number [161.1131b] Note: a cinquain sequence. 69 On the street where you live Dove-like, each flutters down. Pear blossom petals mask our vista in pristine white pearls, warm snow. Catalogue number: [161.1212b] 20 mars 2005 70 Professor Gitta Guru to the numbers psychologically addicted to statistics of the mind. She tests her young students, thrilled when they get an A, disappointed when testing fails, she minds. Numbers, valid answers only when the questions asked reflect reality within our minds. What minds? Can humans see beyond the flesh that hides the heart and spirit dwelling deep within? Numbers, cold yet calming, tell stories she must teach, reveal to students, opening their minds. Catalogue number: [161.556.abcde] Notes: This is a crown cinquain (5 stanzas). Gitta is a grad student at Kansas U. in quantitative psychology. She was teaching her brother his abcs when she was 5 and he was 2 1/2! So its reasonable to imagine her becoming a professor. She hails from Singapore by way of Taiwan and Wisconsin. 71 Sylvan Tall tree, clad in blue-green, speaks the language of clouds, Dakota's tongue. Drinks God's grace from thunder. Catalogue number: [161.485b] 23 august 2004. Note: for Sylvan Provincial. 72 The tinkle, the crunch of childhood Red snowsuits run away from me through snow-glass, each pane breaking, Ice rending, heart mending, they giggle with great glee. Catalogue number: [162.182a.cq3] 10 juni 2005 73 Backpacks hike down the sidewalk Nylon, polyester, extruded fossil fuels, woven to carry all your books, break backs. Catalogue number: [162.184a] 10 juni 2005 74 Do you remember the Alamo? Así, we live and love, make children every night, dark-skinned, dark-eyed dreams, crying out: poplars. catalogue number: [162.184b] 10 juni 2005 Note: álamo (Spanish) = poplar (English) 75 In the heat of August thank … Green hills, Rust colored cliffs, The cooling Illinois, O land of Tah. O Tahlequah, Wado! Catalogue number: [162.184c] 10 juni 2005 Note: wado (Cherokee) = thank-you (English) 76 Light play Sunshine dapples between raindrops & soft shadows. Beneath the lace of locust leaves, it plays. Catalogue number: [162.188a.2ginkgo1] 77 Oak headstone Squirrels race through oak leaves. Grey fur flies past acorns, oblivious to Death that claimed their mate. catalogue number: [162.188b.2ginkgo2] 78 Revolution’s moon What sad songs. Will he learn to croon, Ireland’s story of defeat? Told in the bodhran’s beat, drumming to the moonrise. Catalogue number: [161.192a.cq3] 12 juni 2005 79 Three year old at the playground Swinging, climbing ladders, he teeters; he totters, making the merry spin around your guts. Catalogue number: [161.192b] 12 juni 2005 80 Walking away No fear, small legs catch up. He’ll never lose you. He would recognize your aura on Mars! Catalogue number: [161.192c] 12 juni 2005 81 Father and son in flight school There he soars! Held up by your hand, he paddles the air to reach the sofa’s back. Someday, he’ll teach you how to fly. Catalogue number: [161.193a] 12 juni 2005 82 Listening to my love guru Ellen encourages me to kiss my girlfriend. "This one should not get away!" she says. Catalogue number: [162.194a.2ginkgo3) 13 juni 2005 83 A child explains It’s my job. Making father laugh. Someone ‘s got to heal the bruise, brought on by age and hockey pucks. I seal the wounds. Catalogue number: [194b.cq3.2Ginkgo4) 13 juni 2005 84 Thus you are me We are born alone. We die alone. But by no means can we breathe alone. The molecules exhaled by you, inhaled by me, connect us. Catalogue number: [161.195c.cq369] 13 juni 2005 85 Crayola pens Orange ink, not blood colored, not the dark of midnight, squirts a citrus fragrance across this page. Catalogue number: [162.196a] 86 Modern Monkey Trials Lawyers. The money spent. Vengeance is never fought with knives. The sound of green decides who’s right. Catalogue number: [162.196b] 87 High price of bliss Innocence, The wide eyed excuse Of living in ignorance. Dangerous, when cold reality Hurts, maims, kills. Catalogue number: [162.197a.cq3.2ginkgo5] 88 Perspective found Chico reads the want ads, stares at a future lost between no cash, no job, no home and laughs. Catalogue number: [162.197b.cq.2ginkgo6] 89 Anticipation Hey dad, how many days till we flood the yard? Are the nights cold enough now it's August? Catalogue number: [162.25b] 2 april 2005 90 Canada's son That summer, they moved to Texas. Hell had never been so hot! He waited with his skates for winter. ... Didn't come. Catalogue number: [162.72b] 22 april 2005 91 Bury me in the pond Dearest niece: ... Upon my deathbed, bring me your new unlaced skates, that I may know their form when they soar above me. Catalogue number: [162.89b] 2 mai 2005 92 The novice He stands stiff, stick held fast in hands. No one claims he glides on ice. His eyes stare cold; he flicks his wrist, smiles as he scores. Catalogue number: [162.64a] 21 april 2005 93 Why did we fight? Where was she? She said she would come. Said she might be late from work. Who could be more important than me? Gloves come off. Catalogue number: [162.73b] 23 april 2005 94 Hope (old skates) Unlaced, they sag alone. The skates of youth-now-gone rest at the back of closets, guard memories. Catalogue number: [162.68b] 22 april 20005 95 Face off One, two, three. Each moment stretches before the ref drops the puck. The center holds his breath, becomes 'One' with the spot. Catalogue number: [162.67a] 22 april 20005 96 Summer dreams He grieves. Daffodils bloom. Grass turns emerald and the skating rink becomes a pond. Once more he'll grab a pail, hunt for worms, catch some fish, stretch out on the bank and moan: winter. Catalogue number: [162.68a] 22 april 2005 97 Skating belongs to the young Clean diapers, properly bundled, across the slick smooth surface. He will learn to glide, long before he's potty trained. Catalogue number: [162.71b] 22 april 2005 98 Boards around the rink Useful, to stretch one's legs, or bang opponents' heads. Boards keep the fights within the rink ... sometimes. Catalogue number: [162.71b] 22 april 2005 99 Patron saint Bury me, beneath the ice rink. In summer, I'll push up grass. In winter, I'll freeze ice-cream dreams of Stanley cups. Catalogue number: [162.73c] 23 april 2005 100 Goalie Padded, masked, patiently she waits. Muscles quiver, emotions quake, while she must calm the center of her gravity. Catalogue number: [162.64b] 21 april 2005 101 Vision of longing Daaughter- of-thin-black-ice, white skates, red coat, green scarf: glisten on this depth of mirrors, glide hither. Catalogue number: [162.891] 2 mai 2005 102 Defenseman on the bench Goal!GOAL!!! Down in the mouth, he goes to sit alone. That shot? Great for the other team, that scored. Catalogue number: [162.73a] 23 april 2005 103 Patience Cold calm rime rests waiting. It beckons me to skate. I glare back, groan, scratch my broken ankle. Catalogue number: [162.25a] 2 april 2005 104 Backyard playground Red slide in the morning. Two feet coming at me, fast flurry and a cheerful chirp, "Catch me!" catalogue number: [162.509a] 4 november 2005 105 November's walk Legs up, the brown oak leaf scurries along the walk, a dull brown spider, dead after the fall. catalogue number: [162.546b] 13 november 2005 © Kåre Enga |