Weekly Short Stories Contest and Company! discussion

This game idea was suggested by Breslin on 10/6/17:

"A cinquain is a five line stanza where the syllable count is:
2
4
6
8
2

My God,
Holder of hearts
Bestow upon this man
The sense to live upright, fully
God-known."

Brown eyes
Capture moonlight
And birth quicksilver dreams
That crash and break upon the shores
Of dawn

Nice, Ryan!

I knew
the room was green,
but what was I to do?
The door frame and the louvered screen
were blue.

Thanks, M. Nicely done.

M's door
So blue, until
It was viewed from afar—
By some trick of light, it became
A jar

A jar
by the window,
dimly incandescent,
was the last repository
of dusk.

Perfectly Al - dark and beautiful.

wow, these are great guys! I hadn't heard of this before.

She led
him up dim stairs
in The House of Blue Tiles,
to Duncan Phyfe chairs, to perfumes’
old vials.

Sees it
falling through grey:
white flake dancing down to
be held, melting before he can
seize it

'Seize what?'
was his only thought
'the falling or the falling's impact?'
confusion arised (arose?).

The day,
today! Never
let go - seize it, hold on -
your life depends on it. Carpe
Diem.