Sunday, April 12, 2015

When one falls behind

Cinquains - not my favourite type of poem.  They always felt like a cop-out to me.  The kind we were assigned to write in elementary school so that every kid gets a chance to feel like a poet.  But... here I am writing one (or two) in an effort to play catch up.

Listen
The night air hums
A not so quiet house,
As children sleep; White noise surrounds
Silence

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