And, look, there colour of the bricks – Crispina Kemp
A few bricks
Aha,
I’m just saying,
a few bricks wouldn’t be missed.
Hmm, what a wonderful idea.
Indeed.
Okay,
here is the deal.
I am dropping them down.
You’ll catch them in that wheelbarrow.
That’s it.
~~~
TankaTuesday Poetry Challenge No. 87, American cinquain by Colleen
Chilly Nights
twilight
blissful but bare
all the trees are stark now
clouds move more quickly, pink and cream
gorgeous
inside
warming my tea, while staring out
night sky is upon us
and she is here
dear moon
~~~
It’s an American cinquain and a reverse cinquain – very nice!
Written in response to this week’s Tanka Challenge hosted by Yvette M. Calleiro
