Ode to Writers Everywhere

http://thebarking.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/letter_writi_24714_md.gifThe Writing Instructor

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 smallhttp://naturespicwallpaper.com/best-waterfall-original-oil-on-canvas-nature-wallpaper-free-download/ 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.

Adelaide Crapsey, poetry, cinquain

A 5-line poem, invented by the early 20th century poet Adelaide Crapsey and inspired by the Japanese tanka, with 22 syllables arranged in a distinct pattern, no mandatory rhyme scheme, stanzas of 2, 4, 6, 8, and 2 syllables. Crapsey always titled her cinquains, effectively utilizing the title as a sixth line.

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.

cinquain, poetry, writing








Now, a challenge – do you dare create your own cinquain here?


27 thoughts on “Ode to Writers Everywhere

  1. 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


    Breathe in
    sacred life pumps
    magic round my body
    collecting at hot fingertips
    I touch…


  2. 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.


  3. 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.

    Reach out.
    Feel the heart force.
    Become the conduit
    for love that heals and comforts pain
    and fear.


    • 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.


    • 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!


  4. 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


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