This week I'm experimenting with the cinquain, a poetry form I've only tried once or twice before. I'm also rejoicing in spring rain and in National Poetry Month. Here's a link to Jama Ratigan's excellent roundup of April poetry events. Note that today's Poetry Friday is being hosted by Robyn Hood Black at Life on the Deckle Edge.
April
umbrellas bloom,
coloring paper skies
like kindergartners, drinking cups
of rain.
Wind chimes
telling stories
about birds, branches, clouds.
If they could they’d fly far and high,
singing.
Baby
stares at nothing
like a small Buddhist monk,
her meditations bigger than
planets.
Sore throat
like a nail file
scraping away my voice.
I have nothing to say, so it’s
okay.
Sudden
rain walks the roof
like construction workers.
Yelling, they hammer the sky and
the house.
Happy National Poetry Month!
