Showing posts with label Cinquain. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cinquain. Show all posts

Friday, October 16, 2015

OLDTIMERS

(For the Filipino American History Month observed each October in the US). 


Oldtimers, a cinquain poem

by Victor P. Gendrano

Across
the vast ocean
they came in waves and droves
leaving behind their native land
for good;
to Hawaii, California
even to Alaska
for better life
they hoped.

Too long
they have endured
so much hostility
and outright discrimination
galore.
They're my ancestors who, alas,
the young people today
unknowingly
ignore.

From my book, Rustle of bamboo leaves,copyright 2005.
 http://www.lulu.com/product/paperback/rustle-of-bamboo-leaves/246155



Tuesday, August 4, 2015

Cinquain Trilogy



Because
I showed my grief
you were surprised yet knew
there's inner hurt gnawing inside
my soul.

But then
aren't we forced
by social norms to hide
our fears lest our loved ones suffer
from them?

I take 
my manly role
seriously as I can.
Yet do they know that I also 
feel pain?

From my book, RUSTLE OF BAMBOO LEAVES






Saturday, April 16, 2011

Materialism

Why do
we live from day
to day in endless quest
for wealth, while we forget to tend
our soul?

In my book, Rustle of bamboo leaves,
but originally published in
World Haiku Review
Vol. 1, Issue 3, Nov. 2001

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Thanksgiving prayer

Thank you
my Lord and God
for gift of life and health
remembering our lost loved ones
once more.

Heed not
our weaknesses,
teach us how to forgive
and live in harmony with all
others.

So that
once more this world
of hate will be again
a place of love and peacefulness,
Amen.

Thursday, July 1, 2010

Wildflower watching

Watching
the wildflowers
with their wayward daughter,
still hard to fathom why her mom
left them.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Sin no more

"Let those
who have not sinned
cast the first stone to her."
Left alone, He enjoins her, "Sin
no more!"

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Happy Valentine's Day!




HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY TO ALL!
Vic Gendrano

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

First love



Originally published in World Haiku Review, Vol. 2, Issue 2, July 2002. Included in my book, Rustle of bamboo leaves.

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

God's blessings

About Cinquain
Cinquain, created and developed by the American poet Adelaide Crapsey in the early 1900, is a five-line unrhymed poem with 22 syllables arranged as 2, 4, 6, 8, and 2. It's name is derived from the French word cinq which means five. It is somehow related to the Japanese haiku and tanka. The contemporary cinquain is usually titled, the title becoming an integral part of the poem.

Unfortunately, Crapsey died at an early age of 37 from tuberculosis so she was not able to develop the poetic form any further. Lately though, cinquain has been enjoying a healthy revival especially among haiku writers as well as other poets. I have already posted cinquains here, My New Year’s Wish and Aloneness are examples and here is another, a bilingual one.


GOD'S BLESSINGS
Tagalog, a Philippine language:

Walang
nangyayari
sa buhay ng tao
di may kagalingang dulot
ng D’yos.

English version:

Nothing
happens in life
without some good in it
coming from the munificience
of God.

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

New Year's Wish

To love
and to be loved,
that's all I need in life,
not transient fame or wealth, but yes
true love.

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Thanksgiving prayer

Thank you
my Lord and God
for gift of life and health
remembering our lost loved ones
once more.

Heed not
our weaknesses,
teach us how to forgive
and live in harmony with all
others.

So that
once more this world
of hate will be again
a place of love and peacefulness,
Amen.

© 25 November 2004-2009

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Cory Aquino

Roses
and rosaries
stopped the tanks and soldiers;
people power tested and won
that day.
Today
yellow flowers adorn her grave
first lady president,
a mere housewife,
she said.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Ashes

Ashes
we are, so to
ashes we shall return;
the irrefutable law of
nature.

From my book:
Rustle of bamboo leaves

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

You can

You can
dare to dream big
if you but persevere,
the clear message from Obama
today.

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Thanksgiving prayer

Thanks God
for gift of life
and blessings we enjoy.
Please help us to realize that
hatred
only
begets hatred;
but love engenders love
if we give it a chance to bloom
once more.

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

ALONENESS

Dry leaves
smother the bench
where we used to daydream
and watch the waning sun give way
to night.
Alone,
I try to resurrect those days
which seem eternal spring.
But winter's here
again.


Reader's comments:

This mirror cinquain (2 4 6 8 2 2 8 6 4 2) creates an almost overwhelming sense of isolation. The image of "Dry leaves / smother" ing is a dominant image in the first verse; followed by the image of the "waning sun" are two well juxtaposed images that establish the theme of passing--the passing of natural objects and the passing of human relationships--the daydreams and a spouse who is now absent. In the second verse "resurrect" confirms the images of dying in verse 1, and juxtaposed with "eternal spring" and the arrival of "winter . . . again" intensifies the feeling expressed in the title. The expert selection of words to convey an image and a feeling is illustrated in these words: "smother", "used to daydream", "waning / to night", "resurrect" / "eternal spring", and "winter". "Aloneness" is a well crafted cinquain.

Friday, August 29, 2008

On writing cinquain and other poems

To illlustrate how and why I write poems, I wrote this cinquain in April 20, 2006 which I posted in an internet forum of which I am currently an inactive member. I included some readers’ comments and my responses to them.

- - - - - - - - - -

I just attended a funeral yesterday of the father of my son-in-law. A few days earlier, I heard that an old friend whose wife passed away barely a year ago also died. The sad thing is I only learned about it after he was already cremated. Double sigh.

Passing through

two deaths
in a long week
a tacit reminder
that we are mere sojourners here
on earth

Comments:
... a nice empirical cinquain....so often our life experiences good and sad can bring an inspiration of the realities we all must face and thus some good can arise therefrom even if it is just a poem that strikes a chord in others’ lives; it reminds [me that] we share this global village together even when separated by oceans.

-Brian


Yes Brian,

Poetry binds us all together wherever we might be. There is also such a thing as the healing power of poetry, at least in my experience. In the process of expressing the depths of emotions and feelings in my poem, there inevitably follows a release of tension which I liken to a cleansing or purging process. Then I feel I am whole again or going to be and I can stare at my inner demon eye to eye without trepidation.

Thanks so much for your comments.

Vic Gendrano


Vic your comments on the healing power of poetry and how it binds us together are two further thought-provoking aspects that will add to the ongoing Why Poetry debate...

- Brian


Dear Vic,
 
First, please accept my sympathy.  It's hard to lose people we love. Your poem is a wonderful reflection--a reminder not to take life for granted.  The word "sojourners" is perfect for this cinquain.  Your emotion comes through [in] this short poem. 

  - Karen


Hi Karen,

Thank you very much for your sympathy and gracious comments. Sometimes I get so involved in my poems that it's hard to be objective. Like they say, I wear my emotions on my sleeves. In a way, this cinquain is a revisit to my old Heart stroke poem I wrote sometime ago while I was recuperating from what I overheard the doctor said was mild stroke. It happened soon after the passing
of my wife.

Vic Gendrano

Dear Vic,
 
I like poetry that comes from the heart. It's the depth and emotion that capture me in a way superficial pieces never will. Your poem allows the reader to ponder and take something away from the experience--something difficult to achieve in a short poem. Thanks again for sharing it.
 
Karen