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Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Season..

First try at a different type of poetry.It's a bit weird according to me and equals that much amount of fun too.It is called Cinquain Poetry..It has three types of pattern i have just exhibited two of them here.
There title lies in the first line only(which is one word ).

I
Autumn
Glides in
Transforming and moving
Devouring old creating new
 Dreams

II
Winter
Blissful, emollient
Mesmerizing, hypnotizing, beautifying  
Covering all in peaceful white
Delighter

5 comments:

priyanka said...

its nyc.....actually its sweet to read dese kinda poems!!:D

Alcina said...

Hahaha..zada time nahi lagta aur bhari bhi nahi padte hai na? :P

priyanka said...

ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ah.... ryt!!!;P

Brijender Singh said...

Nice-almost like a haiku !
Havent a clue as to what Cinquain poetry is but it sure seems intriguing.Looking forward to more of the same.
Just one suggestion/request though-ur background and choice of font colour makes it a tad hard to read comfortably-would be great if you could do something about it !

Alcina said...

:) Thanks Brijender for your appreciation.And now i have changed the the color of the write-up hope it is readable now..Sorry for the inconvenience you had.
I'll surely come up with more of them :).