Racing up through the atmosphere
On a giant plume of flame
Carrying a massive amount of explosive materials
Knowing a single spark in the wrong place could be disastrous
Ending everything in the blink of an eye
That view though, once the blue sky faded, always made it worth it
A cinquain is a five line poem that has the following form:
2 syllables, 4 syllables, 6 syllables, 8 syllables, 2 syllables
The author is allowed to add or subtract 1 syllable from the count for each line. I decided for my first one I would follow the purest form of a cinquain.
It’s just a start
Waiting for creation
So when you get to the ending
Covid19 kept everyone away for so long
Randy got used to being on his own
Only now those restrictions were ending
Which meant everyone was doing their most to get out
Disturbing him with their proximity
Eventually, he had to reisolate himself
Determined to keep the spirit of Covid19 alive
Can’t wait to find out the ending?
Unless you skip to the last line you will need to wait
Really, no matter how fast you read, it will take longer than you want
I keep building up the hype. Can you wait till the end?
Or did you already peak at it?
Under this line, you will finally find the end
So was it as good for you as it was for me?
Dirt coated the remnants of civilization
Underneath the grime, the dead cars told a story
Silhouettes burned into the pavement eternally listened
The wind moaned at the ending