Frances Macaulay Forde 4 Cinquains |
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| Cinquains She lay prostrate. Waiting. Will he stay a while when their beating hearts have calmed down? Never. You glow with love for me. Accepting all I give, never questioning if I love. I don’t. Tears fall like rivers of pain. Rejection will hurt. Just touch him and say goodbye to your heart. It glows. The safe ribbon of light, meandering on toward home. But my path was unlit. Frances Macaulay Forde © Copyright 2001 First published in the Broadsheet at 'Lunchlines' Edith Cowan University, Mt. Lawley. |
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