I blame Colleen for encouraging Anita with all of her fabulous poetry forms.

Somebody needs to stop her, before she loses control!

 

 

New Butterfly Cinquain

Bitter

Eastern winds blow

My breath is frozen fast

Sharp thoughts flare, calling from my past

Answer

I recall her face on dark glass

A love from many lifetimes

She stands waiting

Time lost

Haiku

Sharp frosted feelings

Burn, smoulder, with rage, life cold

Cutting through my heart…