a couple years old. lol here's a cinquain I did in school once, called Puddle: Puddle Different, quiet Hiding, crying, dying Slowly evaporating into air Gone A little poem: This little droopy flower Above the earth it towers Its petals falling to the grass As strong as the wind may pass A haiku: I love the tall trees Boughs reaching the endless skies Leafless, so barren.
your "cinquain." except that i think the 4th line should be just adjectives like the 2nd line. that is, for it to be a diamante. i'm sorry, i've been drinking alone. i guess you could say i'm just "posting aloud."
