April Cinquins…..


It’s been a long time since I have written cinquains, but they are fun and sometimes pleasing little pieces of poetry.

Lady Nyo

APRIL Cinquains


like infant ghosts
fall mute on tender grass,
the wind rocks their woody cradles,
lulls them.

The moon,
passes quickly
through white clouds in black sky
and all around is the silence
of dreams.

The heat
of love wavers,
inconsistent sea tides.
Better the constancy of lust.

I dream
so many things.
Inarticulate lumps
grafted upon a life well worn,

Gasping for air
I surface in your lust
Swimming in this sea of desire,
I drown.

birds! I have not
metaphors for you yet.
Just awake, I shake sleep from eyes
gather thoughts and compose
poems round your
“Wake up!”

Jane Kohut-Bartels
Copyrighted, 2013

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2 Responses to “April Cinquins…..”

  1. janehewey Says:

    I enjoy the satisfying, chirping-like quality here.


  2. ladynyo Says:

    Hi Jane! Just got a new computer yesterday, and it won’t be such a chore to answer and visit other blogs!

    Cinquins are a wonderful source of poetry, and something that you don’t see much of anymore…or at least I don’t.

    Thank you so much for reading and your comment. That is why I posted a painting of mine….the hummingirds. It doesn’t come out well on the internet, but there is gold leaf on the backs of one of the birds.

    Again, thank you for reading.



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