who won’t stop trying -
This is supposed to be a five line poem with lines of 2, 4, 6, 8, 2, words or syllables, the final line summing up the rest. Rebel that I am, I wrote 2,3,4,5,2, for the Napowrimo prompt for Day 5 but I’m still all behind, hence the word rationing.
OK, I give in: here are a couple of older real cinquains:
where did it go?
the hunters killed them all
for sport, for fun, in cruelty.
is coming back
No more do hunters shoot -
they’ve better things to do than kill.
if I’m allowed time off for good behaviour, I want to read some of the poems my busy week has caused me to miss!