Thursday, November 22, 2018
Sudden lightning - storm - fire
Breaks out, lashing jagged edge of fear
My thoughts froze, my emotions on spire
I ran for safety, finding relief & cheer
Though all my stuff are gone, trivial and dear
He never complained - not of aches
Not of dreadful thoughts that steals breath
He worked, saving homes, forests, lakes,
Creatures being devoured by death -
Dark was day, night was hell, no breaks -
*A tribute to all the brave fire fighters everywhere. Happy Thanksgiving to our USA friends.
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Form is Quintain, 5 lines. I will be introducing the English quintain and Spanish quintain.
The first poem is an English Quintain:
The second poem is a Spanish quintain or quintilla. The Quintilla is a 16th century Spanish Quintain form of eight syllable (Iambic Tetrameter) lines. The rhyming scheme can vary in presentation, but only two consecutive lines may have the same rhyme pattern. I have used A-B-A-B- A.