Crackling Embers (Cinquain)

by HOLLY ARMER   Aug 14, 2006


Nestled
by the campfire
making smores while singing
to the soft beat of the crackling
embers

*Cinquain:
A short, usually unrhymed poem consisting of twenty-two syllables distributed
as 2, 4, 6, 8, 2, in five lines.

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  • 15 years ago

    by Ashleigh Skye

    Wow such a lovely image that you painted there. It made me feel just as relaxed as I would had I really been sitting in front of that fire, I could almost feel the warmth.

    The only thing that I have to say is that some of the syllables are off. Yours is 2,5, 6, 9, 2 instead of the 2, 4, 6, 8, 2 that its supposed to be, fix that and this poem would be breathtaking.

  • 16 years ago

    by geeeeee

    The simplicity of this poem, is what brings out the beauty of the words. A lovely write.

    Take Care.

  • 17 years ago

    by Rachel RTVW

    Great job. I really like this one!

  • 17 years ago

    by Jacklyn

    Ohh i miss campfires now! i use to have them all the time at my grandparents house it's just we've barely been there all year long because of my grandpa.

    beautifully done, you're making many memories come alive for those who love sitting next to the warm heat of fires.

    ~Jacklyn

  • 17 years ago

    by Misstress

    Thought provoking,
    It has a calm feeling on it..
    Good Work!

    God bless you!