A Cinquain About Home
Okay, so awhile back I tried my hand at some poetry (see A Fireside Tanka), and today another attempt is being made. This is just a Cinquain about being content with your home and lifestyle, despite what society says.
On blocks or wheels, sanctuary for me
The world outside but a caustic soup
Campstove, canned ravioli, so content I'll be
No stairs or room for a group
Mansions won't move at the turn of a key