In the Light of Us
A love through time
One day
I met my man
We played our game in sand
The beach was hot and so were we
but free.
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We found
A friend and lover we could be
to see and meet agree
and stay for good
It stood
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In stars
was written what
between us never shut
the line of love and care towards
our life.
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A time
united on the other side
the endles curtain view
will come when through
we be
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Last day
A friend and lover we will lose
between us no more blues
has come now through
the light.
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I was inspired by the cinquain crown form of poem but created my own 5. stanza pattern. It is collecting sentences from the four previous stanzas, so first line is from 1. stanza, second line is from 2. stanza, thrid line is from 3. stanza and fourth line is from 4. stanza, but not the exact same text repeated but slightly edited and ending with its unique last line.
The poem is about my life with my husband. We have been together for 27 years, and the last years have been marked by illness and too early aging by my partner.
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Henrik Hageland
A poet, a writer of feelings and hope. A Dane and inhibitant of the Earth thinking about what is to come.
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Comments (5)
I've written a crown Cinquain too and I loved yours!
Very clever adaptation Henrik and such a lovely sentiment that comes through your poem.
This is absolutely beautiful and a very clever form. 27 years?? wow! That's amazing. I've never made it past a three year relationship. Too many mental health problems. :/
Very creative, and beautifully done.
I love what you did here. It's inspiring that you and your man have been together for 27 years! ⚡♥️⚡