White foam
Flavoured of salt
invading my nostrils,
depriving me of any air;
Drowning
Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 3:51 PM UTC
White foam
Flavoured of salt
invading my nostrils,
depriving me of any air;
Drowning
Found a book in the childrens' section of my library on poetry, and am using the prompts to try to get back into things. The prompt for cinquains was a picture of the ocean.
For those who aren't familiar, a cinquain is similar to a Haiku in it has a set syllable count per line, but it is: 2, 4, 6, 8, 2.