Frabjous Times : Category cinquain, everything about cinquain

It's just the Fall

Thu, 13 Nov 2008 19:42:00 -0600

shuffling

through Manhattan

dry scraps about my feet,

scarlet and gold, like crumpled up

bank debts

A question for Abuelita

Mon, 10 Nov 2008 21:04:00 -0600

Swaddled

in a corn husk

a savory something -

why do we make these only at

Christmas?

The relic

Sun, 19 Oct 2008 09:36:00 -0500

One foot

beneath these leaves

you might find a grenade,

or perhaps some old letter once

thought lost.

Top five

Sat, 11 Oct 2008 15:40:00 -0500

From Amaze: The Cinquain Journal comes word that my poem Railroad out of bondage has won fifth place among poems published there in 2007. I am so pleased, I shall simply quote here what the reviewer, Denis Garrison, mentioned about the piece:

Magahiz has essayed a subject that is profoundly meaningful in American society and carries a tremendous baggage of social, cultural, and other resonances. The diction is reminiscent of the events but never condescending. Although the reader must bring something more than usual to the table with a poem like this, its deep allusions will be apparent to millions. This is a hauntingly beautiful poem that comes back to one over and again.

A very nice bit of news for which I am grateful.

The big ones

Thu, 21 Feb 2008 14:35:00 -0600

Quick! Hide!

Under your desk,

go and make yourself small.

The grownups have gone nuts, dropping

F-bombs.

The poet's brief

Sun, 27 Jan 2008 09:25:00 -0600

Please do

see me in court.

In my Valentine’s verse,

your software changed ‘disengaged’ to

‘engaged.’

The five stages of middle age

Sat, 26 Jan 2008 09:54:00 -0600

I

Matisse,

in his forties,

was years before his peak.

So what’s the rush? I’ve still got loads

of time.

II

Bastard!

that young pipsqueak

doesn’t deserve that car.

I raced Mustangs when he played with

Hot Wheels.

III

Okay,

I’ll lose some weight,

and switch to light beer too.

I’ll show my old lady I’ve still

got it.

IV

Hang on,

maybe there’s a way.

If I could sell this place…

Dammit, what’s the use, who am I

kidding?

V

Ali –

he missed his chance

at gradual decay.

Strange to picture him living to

my age.

Beep

Sat, 19 Jan 2008 05:59:00 -0600

This is

your brain-shaped box,

out in space, dreaming worlds.

This alarm tells you it’s time to

awake.

Boltzmann’s idea might work too well, filling the megaverse with more Boltzmann brains than universes or real people.

It came one morning

Tue, 18 Dec 2007 09:02:00 -0600

Dashing

through the dark house

in his droopy flannels

he cries “giddyup, giddyup,

let’s go!”