Yesterday, we explored the cinquain format for our poem introducing the idea of the nothing-to-do-day drawer. Today, I thought we would try a “crown cinquain” wherein five stanzas of the cinquain approach come together to make one poem.

 

Wooden

yellow pencils,

waiting to do their work,

drawing shapes or writing stories,

today.

 

Paper,

white, blue-lined,

a flat and sturdy mat.

Maybe I will write a poem

for Dad.

 

Buttons,

round mysteries,

in a little tin box

I wonder where this one came from?

Old coat?

 

Brushes–

painting today?

I flick hairy bristles

and I  think blue, green, and brown thoughts:

world.

 

Old Maid,

in a worn box,

waiting for one more game,

another chance to make a match,

lonely.