Daily Cinquain
For the last day of National Poetry Month, I’m going to be self-indulgent and post a few poems from my Daily Cinquain Twitter feed that I’ve been discussing in my “Technology and Writing” articles.
On Cold Mornings
I speak
judiciously
so that my words, captured
as white puffs of thought, will linger
with you.
The First Sip of Coffee
Hot and
sugary and
creamy, somewhat like a
first kiss — too much to consume with
one sip.
What Sarah Palin Wrote on Her Palm
An off-
color limerick
because she was confused
by the syllable count used in
cinquains.
The First Time Making Love
is al-
ways a bit clum-
sy, feet tangled in the
cuffs of our pants as we fall in-
to bed.
