The refrigerator hums like a turtle in a small trickling stream. Soft, contented, but with a slight hiccup now and then.
I try to ignore the soothing hum and continue to talk on, too loud at times, but there’s a cougher in the group, and I don’t want my words drowned out.
What an expression: how can words drown? Well, I guess the same way my ideas seem to drown at times. When I’m trying so hard to express myself, I get intense, yet I see a dazed expression on my listeners’ faces, so it must be me, my words, that are drowning them in boredom.
Oh shoot, am I boring? I stop the conversation mid-stream, and no one seems to notice. If a small waterfall suddenly stopped in the middle of Yosemite, you’d think those around would notice. The hikers and bikers, the park rangers and sightseers would shout out: “What in the world?”
But no shouts of concern from my listeners when I shut my mouth and halt my waterfall of a fascinating story about writing. Well, I have been told that my stories can go on and on, and on, for paragraphs when they could be just a sentence or two.
So I order them to practice what I have just preached about Cinquains.
“WRITE!” I command.
But before I begin I pause in our little writing room (a converted kitchen/dining room, in fact), which vibrates with the sound of fingers tapping on flat black keys and ink sliding against paper: a happy sound; a creative, invigorating, satisfying sound; while the low hum of a dog’s sleepy snores surround my group in a warm writing hug.
Now, a challenge – do you dare create your own cinquain here?
27 thoughts on “Ode to Writers Everywhere”
I love your Cinquain Pam, and the very soothing, warm and gently self-depreciating description of a writing class. Ok, thanks for the challenge, can’t resist having a go…Love, H xxx
sacred life pumps
magic round my body
collecting at hot fingertips
BEAUTIFUL – and captures your magic….
this special verse
and count the syllables
just to see if I can do it
Humor AND success. I think cinquains are good word puzzles for the brain.
No way, Jose. My mind doesn’t work like that. Can’t do haiku either. However, I love the imagery of mixing the brain and soul in ink when we write.
I believe it’s so true – the mixing. I think that’s why we like writing so much.
Then I edit a lot
Then I send it to along to Shawn
Tumble jumble – EXACTLY!
This is sort of like writing haiku. I have a bunch of those. Cadence is much different though. I had to count with my fingers.
Yes, the cadence is so different with a cinquain – and the counting of fingers is a necessity. Good job!
Well, I’ll try again now that I’ve read the instructions more carefully. I was so focused on the total number of syllables that I totally forgot there was an instruction for each line too.
Feel the heart force.
Become the conduit
for love that heals and comforts pain
You get extra points for “conduit” – a great 3-syllable word!
I absolutely love your cinquain, Pam. “…we mix the brain and the soul in ink.” Wonderful!
Thanks – as happens many times when I write, I’m not sure WHAT will come forth. I think my soul mixed with my brain on my cinquain. (oh my, and I think I just rhymed) Ha -love how writing constantly surprises us.
I’m not good at these things – but I love reading yours!:D
Thank you thank you for reading about cinquains, even if they’re not your thing. The writers in my class groaned, believe me, but they keep coming back, thank goodness!
I don’t know if I will try or not, but pleased to read yours and hear the words you are saying. Keep that waterfall running, Pamela.
I’m not sure I could stop my waterfall, even if I tried! 🙂
OK. I’ll give it a go:
Makes me function
Just enough to make me
Notice that I’m not functioning
Send a doodle with that and you get an A+. Loved it!!
Sweet… and I don’t think you are boring at all!!! 🙂
Well, I do try and mix it up a lot! 🙂 Thanks for reading – now where’s your cinquain????
Uhm..uhm…uhm….I will do one later! I’m off to school right now!!! 🙂
Escellent post, Pam, but have you thought that maybe people should be better listeners? I wouldn’t put all the blame on yourself. As a society we don’t stop and let others speak so much.
I am working on my 2, 4, 5, 8 & 2 and will get back to you, xo LMA
Tis true, but I must say, my writers are excellent listeners; I just like to act insecure at times. :-0
ok, here goes;
There was a way
to pour love into your
soul so you would know you’re precious
A love sonnet, written in cinquain form. The image is hauntingly beautiful – to pour love into a soul. Magnificent.
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