Cinquian

Cinquain Selections

Debi Bender, Editor

The Quilt

Marriage,

a young woman's

embroidered fantasy.

Each hand-sewn block, a romantic

daydream.

Newly

embroidered squares

of memories passed down.

Heirloom quilt of love, blankets her

newborn.

Watched

gargoyles

living in rock

outside the cathedral

their stone cold eyes follow those who

walk by

New Vision

She sees

the leaves on trees

with her new prescription -

hopes to clear a path, to escape

life's fog.

September 11, 2001

And once

we were children

who could sail forever,

and time would never catch us... then,

this day.

Still

Dream of

perfect endings

though all poems may not rhyme

and life is not fair, even at

the end.

Letting Go

Good-bye.

So bittersweet,

that last look in your eyes,

knowing all the might-have-beens are

now gone.

Separation Angst

Somewhere

behind the clouds

a warm sun waits to shine.

I bridge distance and time with tears

my love.

On the Mountain

Winds blow

tall swaying pines

like masts at sea, listing

them starboard to port and port to

starboard.

Imagination's Gait: Central Park NYC

Step up

into the cab

of the hansom, lean back

pull the old horse blanket over

your knees

Listen

to the driver

cluck-cluck to a tired

nag trotting down memories of

pastures.

The Juggler

Who is

tossing tumbling

Earth, turning the seasons

upside down; rotating the planets

in space?

Who is

making flowers

bloom in America

when Australia's autumn leaves are

falling?

Peppermint

Sometimes

a cane is like

a hiker's walking stick

steadying climbers to higher

ascents.

Sometimes

a cane is held

thrust forward like a lance

warning drivers, shielding the

sightless.

My cane

is our friendship,

bright as Christmas candy

every year renewing itself

like you!