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A cinquain is a poem of five lines. The name comes from the Latin word for “five”-quinque. When you write a cinquain, you follow a recipe. Here are two possible recipes:

Recipe One

Line 1:  one word to name the subject                           tree

Line 2:  two words to describe it                                 tall, green
Line 3: three action words about it                               growing, reaching, shading

Line 4: four or five word phrase describing
the subject (a thought, not a complete sentence)           lungs of  the earth

Line 5: one word that means the same thing
as the first word, or a word that sums it all up.             saviour

Recipe Two

Line 1 – two syllables                                                     Pink sky
Line 2 – four syllables                                                   turns to purple
Line 3 – six syllables                                                     as the sun slides behind
Line 4 – eight syllables                                                  the mountains and day slowly   turns
Line 5 – two syllables                                                     to night


I have always had trouble reading novels that are told in the first person narrative, it always seems very awkward to me.

The other day I picked up a book and began to read it and almost put it down right away because it was FPN, but as I continued to read I found that it wasn’t as bad as I had remembered and in fact the author had done a good job telling the story this way.

I found myself at work this morning constructing the beginnings of a story using the first person and I may even attempt to write a short story in this form but I am not altogether confident in my ability to pull it off, nor am I too sure if it would work well in a short story.

I have always wanted to write a novel, I enjoy writing poems and short stories but there is something to be said about the accomplishment of writing a novel.

I have started many, many a novel and quite enjoy the process of coming up with an idea, building characters and setting out a plot. I write it all down and get myself familiar with my characters and their surroundings etc.

Then time comes to begin, I write a great opening and a few pages and then….WHAM it is like hitting a brick wall. How do I evolve my protagonist? What tense should I use? (I am terrible at mixing my tenses) How do I stop from just cramming my story into a few chapters?

I just can never seem to get past a certain point. I have a lot of respect and admiration for those who can write a novel, especially a really good one. I have not attempted a novel in a while and will probably wait some time before I do again, since I just got back into writing recently. I know I will one day try again and I hope that the next time I can get past my hurdles and just carry on. If no one ever reads my novel, I would like to have written one, just to know that I did, that I could.

Do you ever sit down and have this wonderful idea for a story or poem, load up your computer or get your pad of paper ready and then..poof…nothing.

This happened to me the other day, I had this idea and I sat to write about it and nothing came out, I just sat staring at the screen and wondering what it was I had planned to write in the first place. I then sort of remembered and typed a few words but they sounded awkward and just simply wrong. I restarted four or five times but nothing was coming of it. At this point what do you do? abandon your idea? take a break?

Well I abandoned it, I simply shut it down and went to do something else. I get very frustrated when  the right words just won’t come and I start to feel inadequate. I believe this type of thing happens to everyone, even the most seasoned of writers and I would be interested to know how others deal with it. How does one get through this block? Hmmm that is definitely something I would like to know.

The other day I came across someones poetry blog and it made me laugh quite heartily. Basically she was saying how she did not enjoy hearing or reading poetry that is overly analytical and confusing.

She quoted “Fuzzy Wuzzy” (for those not familiar with it, it goes..Fuzzy wuzzy was a bear, fuzzy wuzzy had no hair, fuzzy wuzzy wasn’t fuzzy was he) and said how it was simplistic and told a story. I had to agree with her and I find that when I write poetry I try and keep it fairly simple. I want people to understand, I want them to relate to what I am saying and sometimes it’s pretty tough to figure out what poems are even about.

I meet so many people who have no interest in poetry whatsoever, and I think most of the reason is simply that they can’t understand it, or it’s too drawn out to hold their attention.

It has been really interesting for me to go back and re-read the poems I wrote a while back. I have rather enjoyed the process and I actually quite like the poems. I think that sounds a bit vain to me, but I suppose it is alright to like your own writing, if I did not then I guess I would no longer write.

The more I read these older poems, the more I am encouraged and inspired to write more. There are still a few older ones left to be posted, but then everything else will have to be new.

Here is to starting a journey to recapture my passion for writing, and I ask that God will guide my way.