
Iām Dead
by Lucian C. Ban
I'm dead.
My heart is cold.
Her weep wings me with lead,
But I must dive, my soul is sold.
I'm dead.
October 25, 2010
Origin story:
Once again, an original entry on a contest on FanStory with my old (closed now) account; later moved to my old blog. The competition theme was open, but limited to Cinquain format.
Cinquain Poetry
The format for this type of poem is simple. Each line has a specific number of syllables:
Line 1 - 2 syllables. / Line 2 - 4 syllables. / Line 3 - 6 syllables. / Line 4 - 8 syllables. / Line 5 - 2 syllables.
A cinquain is a short and usually unrhymed poem. But writers can use a rhyme scheme if desired. Your cinquain can be written about any subject. You decide the rhyme scheme (if any) and the subject matter.
The idea was pretty straightforward - love, sadness and sorrow can be felt beyond the grave. Or so I hope.
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