Gene Bourne Poet Cinquain

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A  "Butterfly"  Cinquain.

Bedtime At Grandma's

Small one
Playing is done
And your bedtime has come.
Wind is moaning
rafters shifting.
Listen.
Inside closets 
ghosts are sniffing.
Dare not move. Dream you fly.
Sun in your eye
Morning. 

Butterfly Cinquain

Gene Bourne.
07-05-14

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Rene Annandale May 19, 2015 at 10:33 AM Love your butterfly cinquain. :)

Skat A May 10, 2015 at 10:46 AM Gene :) Congratulations on having your poem featured this Mothers Day. SKAT love

Andrea Dietrich July 18, 2014 at 5:49 PM this one makes me recall the nights at MY grandparents' house. so many years ago! I dreamed I was flying there too!! Gene Bourne July 18, 2014 at 7:49 PM What a coincidence. So many great places for "Hide and 'seek" Houses seem so much larger when we're kids.(maybe 'cause we were smaller)