Time we ran half drunk through
Cardiff, both shoeless and careless?
Ever tell you
That I loved you that night?
I loved you then (but not sure now).
I do, I did … ain’t that just life.
Adhering to the classic american form—I’m reminded what an interesting form this is, and difficult to do well.
Thanks very much Data! Perhaps unfashionably (and paradoxically) I find strict form very liberating!
I do too, which is why I’ve done my fair share of tanka, haiku, shadorma, and, indeed, cinquains (the third of my Grieving Garden poems). This is the first time I encounter the cinquain in someone else’s writing on jottify, and like it I do.
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