Power

Each day,

fearless be strides,

inkling of fright transforms,

rope to snake to petrified eyes,

power.

Poetry Form :- Cinquain ( 2/4/6/8/2 syllables)

Inspired from a saying in my mother tongue that states, if one is scared, even a harmless rope will appear as a scary snake.

Acknowledgements :- Thank you Colleen. M. Chesebro for running the Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge. The challenge for this week is to use the synonyms of the words, hint & bold in any syllable poetry form. The synonyms that I’ve used are inkling in place of hint & fearless in place of bold. Thank you Β Annette Rochelle Aben for selecting the words. For rules please refer here. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.

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    1. Thank you very much, HS. Even I’ve been on the syllable poetry craze since the last 10 months, I guess. Earlier, I had attempted only Haikus. You may check Colleen. M. Chesebro’s site where she has detailed about various syllable forms of poetry and give them a try. πŸ™‚ I’m sure you’ll enjoy.

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