Clustered
black clouds await,
on the pale horizon,
the rising sun's pink, red, orange
tinges.
A contest entry
- Cinquain Me Please by piccola.
700 points, ended January 28, 2009, 23 entries
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Comments
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I see a storm brewing. you have managed to paint a picture here. I think that L4 needs another syllable. 2-4-6-8-2
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piccola
Thankyou for commenting.
My syllable count for line 4 is
the/ ri/ sing/ sun's/ pink/ red/ or/ ange.
Best wishes from 'down-under'.
Shenton
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