Not here.

Not today,

not tomorrow;

there’s no more safe haven.

Dreams die.

You know

ugly truths

under myths’ cloaks.

Were there ever havens?

We’ve lied.

All hopes wither with yours





For awhile I have been meaning to try out “cinqku”, a form that Kat Myrman has been using quite effectively at like mercury colliding. This is not that five line form. This poem  does have two sets of  five lines with the cinqku 2,3,4,6,2 syllable count, followed by two final lines of 6 and 2 syllables. I fudged it, in form and function, all so that I cold make the 32 word count for Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt challenge using the word “haven“.  

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