Five Cinquains

I wasn’t going to join in on Poetry Friday today, then went to Linda’s roundup, found her post on Adelaide Crapsey and the cinquain form, and decided to put something up after all.

The cinquain is one of the short forms I’ve written in when composing poems in response to the daily photography prompts I’ve been following. Here are five (in honor of the cinquain’s five lines) that I’ve written in the past few months. They’ll take you back to spring and onward. (Title is the photo prompt word or phrase.)

Fresh

Policeman’s helmet (Photo © 2017 by V. Nesdoly)

just washed
smell of laundry
policeman’s helmet grows
riotously beside the stream
fresh pink

Group

McBurney Lane art piece (Photo © 2017 by V. Nesdoly)

Teamwork
Community
Get involved, Lend a hand
Support, Help out, Volunteer, Care
Give back.

A helping hand

My viewing deck on eclipse morning (Photo © 2017 by V.Nesdoly)

Eclipse—
protect my eyes:
box, tin foil, white paper
pinhole camera in my hand.
Viewed safe.

Fencing

Bug on a fence (Photo © 2017 by V. Nesdoly)

After
stone-bottom burrow
this sleek white thoroughfare
is a bug’s sci-fi fantasy
new world!

Silver

Street vendor sugar bowl (Photo © 2017 by V. Nesdoly)

Silver
imperfections
can’t hide your sweet intent
like grey hair, wrinkled face of our
Granny

All the above © 2017 by Violet Nesdoly (All rights reserved)
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This post is linked to Poetry Friday, hosted today by Linda at Teacher Dance.

 

 

The Great Civilizations (NPM ’16-Day 15)

“New parts for old–magic materials…” (Image: pixabay.com)

The Great Civilizations

New parts for old—magic materials
eyes and ears do dance steps on the stage.

Print spreads the word on horseback, the book
finding the way, measuring the world, making music.

Every room in the house—the bedroom, the bathroom
dining out on teaching and learning, the world of work.

In the kitchen preserving sweets and treats
body and mind, familiar fruits next to the skin.

On the water washday and cleaning chores
improvising on nature, using nature’s materials.

Instruments generating power, lighting
new and synthetic foods—marvels and wonders.

Making things from metal, practical chemicals.
The car is born on two wheels!

Bringing up baby, dressing up, dressing down
in pulses, nuts and oils, fine fabrics, essential fabrics.

Instant riches in playing fields, board games,
gadgets for the home—alternative treatments.

Water and waste in harmony, harvesting the water,
sending messages of Spring and Summer, Autumn and Winter.

In the beginning—signs and symbols. The computer
revolution making and mending ancient games.

© 2016 by Violet Nesdoly (All rights reserved)

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The prompt was to write an index poem. This is a Table of Contents poem — a poem whose title and lines are cobbled together from lines in the table of contents of the book  The Origins of Everyday Things. Words in italics are my additions.

The final poem reminds me of surrealism in art. Found poems often strike me that way.