Taken
Against my will
Fraught with fear and driven
Like knives at a fist fight: my heart
Given.
Caught up Into blue skies Linen, cotton, woolen Soft as a breeze in summer sun Brought lowNightfall
It takes my breath
It glows a gentle light
On stargazers, full of hope for
Daybreak
Foolish There is no “yes” There is no “no” either For nothing lasts, and all forsake Wisdom.Perished
Under your will
Cast about in oceans
Easing into this surrender,
Alive.
postscript
DFC day six (I'll go back and do five, don't worry). The cinq-cinquain! I like this form. Five stanzas, five lines, syllables in 2, 4, 6, 8, 2. kiwi-damnation.deviantart.com/…