lanterne poem

[cjchaffin]

 

Pearls

 

hands

cradle

smooth trinkets

born from Mother’s

tears

 

he

rolls them

in rough palms

contemplating

life

 

and

wishing

he had more

time to spend with

her

 

 
 
 
*this is a lanterne, a cinquain derivative. 
the form is five lines of 1/2/3/4/1. 
one school of thought says that each line 
should be able to stand on its own 
but I find that a bit too restrictive. 
you can have a chain of lanternes or just one strophe