Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Cinquain Poetry - Where Am I?



The cloud
Capricious, portable
Flying, staying, falling
Looking for the next stop.
Amnesia.
.
.
.
.
A baby giraffe
Naïve, destined
Crashing, strengthening, staggering.
Where is my mommy?
Overwhelming.





photograph: pierluigi.ricci

4 comments:

  1. Dear Blueberry Cellophane! I take a big sigh looking at the image you have posted with these cinquains that describe who you were in your country and who you are here!

    I can appreciate your feeling like a cloud "capricious and portable." What really captures me about this metaphor of self is that your life a "cloud" is also now "amnesia."

    And then voila! You are a baby giraffe. I can sense your clumsiness as you "crash" and "stagger" yet gain strength--even as you search for your mommy!

    I understand your being overwhelmed! Another big sigh!

    Keep writing BABY GIRAFFE!

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  2. Dear Hallelujah Truth,

    when I was in my country, I keeping looking for my goals in my life as if i were cloud, non-stop!!!!

    Here I am in the U.S., I feel like a baby animal in grassland. After they were born, they have to learn how to stand early in order to not be captured by other animals. (The image in my mind from National Geography Channel..)

    That's exactly what I feel about learning language in a new place!!!

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  3. You communicated your feelings very creatively! Don't you love how images can capture so much feeling and meaning?

    Don't worry about being devoured! You are very strong!

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  4. Dear Hallelujah Truth, sometimes I really feel embarrassed on my writing because they often showed the dark side of my thought! However, I also have a bright side. I hope I can show you after the test!!!! :)

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