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The Moment

Crunch, Crunch.
Leaves heralding
Brown forms ghosting through oaks.
Pulse quickens, hands sweat, try to breathe.
Showtime.

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Diana-Marie Bombardieri

January 28, 2012 at 9:53 PM

Great cinquain Wesley!! thanks for sharing:)

Wesley Evans

January 28, 2012 at 10:17 PM

Thanks. I like cinquains since it forces ne to use the most "precise" words I can.

Taylor Kristine

January 28, 2012 at 9:47 PM

it's takes a turn of events at the ending. I thought that the narrator was being chased in the woods at first. So it makes me think about what is actually happening which is good for a writer because it makes the reader think about your writing. So great job!

Wesley Evans

January 28, 2012 at 10:20 PM

Thanks for the feedback. I wrote most of these poems this Fall trying to capture the sights, sounds and feelings that are precious to me as a avid outdoorsman.

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