A poem for DVerse. We are writing about shade today, and the poem must have the word “shade” in it. I decided to write two cinquains.
The shade,
Provides respite
From searing heat of day,
I hear it bid me welcome in
My need.
It weeps,
Willow’s branches
Cover me with caring:
It is okay to cry under
This tree.
This poem was written in response to the weekly writing prompt #100 on The Secret Keeper. We were to use these 5 words in a poem or piece of short fiction: found, art, story, fire, and treat. Of course, I chose to write a poem. This poem is also in trimeter, as is the current challenge for DVerse. I love responding to all of these prompts, but I have so many ideas that it is beginning to get overwhelming!
I have found works of art in the fire:
For ashes to ashes still show
A great story and beauty in view;
Treat the past as the womb for the new.
