11.09.2010

damaged

worried
holding my breath to await the
ineluctable crash
and living on
eggshells.

This poem was inspired by my friend Evelyn, who writes wicked fine poetry and fiction on her truly amazing blog, Filling a Hole. She and I both have cinquain fever! She challenged me to write reverse cinquains (different in form from the ones I have already published here) using some delicious vocabulary words, including "ineluctable." Please go and read Evelyn's. It's called Bill Comes Due. Then stick around and read more of her extremely compelling writing. A couple of my favorites are No Advice (On How To Go) and the short story A Whore Named Pumpkin. Read!

2 comments:

  1. this is incredible.
    it flows down the page.
    this is so beautiful.

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  2. lover of the cinquain?
    i think i really like the reverse cinquain better.
    because as you say, it flows.
    xoxo

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