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I Really Heard A Bird This January Morning - Cinqku - Cinquain


birdsong
morning eyes
coming back slow
the air still sings stillbirth
sinews

vocal
but window's dead
no more looking today
there blurs in her wings my song's lines
glass works

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sara Etgen-Baker

January 19, 2026 at 10:39 PM

you have a gift with imagery

Andrea Dietrich

January 17, 2026 at 6:12 PM

You can use a cinquain in Brian's contest. Maybe put one of these up as a new post. But I think you don't enter many contests, right?

Paige Hind

January 17, 2026 at 6:33 PM

Hey I could enter the cinquain but not the cinqku with it, and I wanted them together. I enter some contests, just not many... soupmail :)

Kim Rodrigues

January 15, 2026 at 10:42 AM

Fave! The way you view the imagery shows sadness and limited reach. Hugs <3

Paula Goldsmith

January 15, 2026 at 9:10 AM

I enjoyed reading your wonderful write. Great Ending... Have a lovely day writing away.................

Ghairo Daniels

January 13, 2026 at 8:18 PM

OK ! I c what you mean : truly instead of really : yes, true & real is the same thing. Xx

Sam Kauffman

January 12, 2026 at 1:41 PM

Such a gift on a cold January morning, Paige! I am reminded that even in winter's cold hand, there is courageous music - a gift! Blessings of song to you!

Victor Buhagiar

January 12, 2026 at 3:18 AM

Your imagery is stupendous.

Andrea Dietrich

January 11, 2026 at 10:51 PM

I really liked some of the images in this one. Especially stillbirth sinews!

Mike Bayles

January 11, 2026 at 7:58 AM

You paint a great image, Paige.

Karen Jones

January 10, 2026 at 9:17 PM

Love how you put this together! Charming!

Ghairo Daniels

January 10, 2026 at 8:43 PM

“there blurs in her wings my song's lines” : very psychic & very winterish, Paige. I enjoy how you personify things we take for granted : “the windows dead” > how important windows are to us. Certainly glass works !! Perhaps a more punchy title to give poem the power it deserves. Love.

Paige Hind

January 13, 2026 at 7:51 PM

Honey, I put emphasis on "really" so the title would read it like I truly heard it and knew what it was saying. <3 :) LOVE.