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A cinquain is a five-line poem. Line one has one word and is the title. Line two describes the title in two words. Line three uses three words to express action. Line four uses four words to express a feeling. Line five uses one word that restates the title. Here’s mine for TDC5305
Hot
So hot
Very, very hot
This is too hot
Melting!
Sunset flickr photo by NomadWarMachine shared under a Creative Commons (CC BY-NC-SA 4.0) license
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July weather is unpredictable, from sweltering heatwaves to torrential rain. I take my chances where I can and step outside to enjoy my garden. At the moment my geraniums are glorious – shaded from the worst of the heat by the forsythia above, spreading out across the garden. Today they are shining in the sun.
On a sunny day
Flowwers turn their faces up
Basking in the light
189/365 Geraniums flickr photo by NomadWarMachine shared under a Creative Commons (CC BY-NC-SA 4.0) license
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For today’s TDC
I take a pause
To wash my paws
As my human sighs
At the length and size
Of the nonsense she writes
About all of the rites
Around pauses and sizes of writing
An ode to a semicolon flickr photo by NomadWarMachine shared under a Creative Commons (CC BY-NC-SA 4.0) license
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Cotton wool clouds flickr photo by NomadWarMachine shared under a Creative Commons (CC BY-NC-SA 4.0) license
When life gives you sunshine …
Stand outside and drink it in
Breathe it deep into your lungs
And bask in the warmth of the day
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For today’s TDC
There once was a little striped sock
Who went for a swim in a loch
It swam and it swam
To the edge of the dam
That brave little sock in a loch
Oona socks flickr photo by NomadWarMachine shared under a Creative Commons (CC BY-NC-SA 4.0) license
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Today’s TDC is about earthquakes. Here’s my response
The world shakes
At the mess man makes
Earthquakes flickr photo by NomadWarMachine shared under a Creative Commons (CC BY-NC-SA 4.0) license
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For todays TDC I headed over to Google’s Poem Portraits, as the prompt suggested, and gave it the word breakfast. I let it take my photo while it generated this poem.
Our breakfast stems were drowned with the stars,
My fancy wastes the sun. The fire is formed.
poem-portrait flickr photo by NomadWarMachine shared under a Creative Commons (CC BY-NC-SA 4.0) license
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I am busy this week, and wishing I could switch off all of my work notifications and hide. So here’s my response to today’s TDC.
I live my life as a …?
If I lived my life as a cat
I could sleep all day, curled up on my mat
If I lived my life as a frog
I could hide away quietly, safe in a bog
If I lived my life as a bird
I could nest in a bush, unseen and unheard
But if I lived my life as a snail
I could try to hide, but I’d leave a trail
Snail in the rain flickr photo by NomadWarMachine shared under a Creative Commons (BY-NC-SA 2.0) license
