Class cinquain

On Thursday, December 18, the poetry class at Aristotle University in Thessaloniki and I composed a group cinquain.  Here's the format we were using: 1st line- one word that names the topic
                                                                                 2nd line- two words that appeal to the senses
                                                                                 3rd line- three words that describe an action
                                                                                 4th line- two words that name an emotion
                                                                                  5th line- one word that is a new name for the topic

    Since Professor Kitsi was recording the final version on the board, I have only my sketchy notes for what we came up with. Here is my best recollection, including two alternatives for very different endings. Dr. Kitsi or any of the students can feel free to correct me.

        morning
   warm messiness
drinking coffee kisses
   dizzy tenderness  (or tender dizziness)
       hangover         (or love)
                                                                                

A Day in a Life

I just visited a poetry class at Aristotle University in Thessaloniki. The students there had just come up with individual images using William Carlos Williams as a model. I put their images together in the poem below, which they then read for me.  Efharisto poli.

     A Day in a Life

So much depends upon
a street lamp at dawn
and a full moon
waiting for the sun
to rise –
and the bright yellow
sun shining on
a green and orange
bed, cutting through
the rain clouds.

So much depends upon
a hot cup of coffee,
chocolate cake,
crispy cookies,
melting caramel,
and strawberries,
strawberries,
strawberries
by a fireplace.

So much depends upon
children playing
in a schoolyard
or in the summer’s
heat on a
golden beach,
a bird’s white
wings reflected
on the ocean’s
blue waves
where divers defy
buoyancy and descend
to the untrodden
seabed.

So much depends upon
a wide open window
spreading the sound
of rain
and the hum
of freedom
to a dark and empty
room,
the strumming
of strings and
a new pair of shoes
by the bed or under
the Christmas tree.

So much depends upon
a hug at sunset
as the mist blurs
the celestial dark,
upon two hands
intertwined
two pairs of lips
kissing with eyes
closed or upon
friends on a couch,
talking and teasing.

So much depends upon
a black and white steed
walking with elegance,
a ballerina’s curtsey,
the warmth of the water
washing away the remains
of a stressful day.

So much depends upon
a rounded white candle
smoldering through
the night and a voice
calming your demons
while the midnight wolf
never forgets
he is free.