Search, Quintain

Sunday Scribblings #309 – Search, I wrote a Quintain

The crying child will fall at last alone
with empty arms that we deceived him with
The whining wind of old is now all gone
to play its games around the house a bit
And search the path of days that runs forlorn.

© 2012 Mariya Koleva

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Author: soul mary

Writer, poet and reader

6 thoughts on “Search, Quintain”

  1. Thanks to:
    zongrik – it’s so much like them! Only sometimes, that may truly be dangerous, too.
    Yajnaa – you are very kind! I’m happy you enjoyed it.
    Daydreamertoo – sad, that is true! Your words are very kind.

  2. Paige – only after I wrote it, I took in the complete haunting-ness of what I’d just described. As usual, my original idea went astray and the end result is a completely different thing. And I am thankful for that gift! Thank you for reading and commenting!

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