Turf Wars

So lately in my household the state of a walk-in closet has been the subject of some heated discussion. I relieve my stress with a cinquain:


Closet
Clothing piled
Loathing, Staring, Cleaning
Rebel clutter never retreats
Closet

I started thinking about poetry again, because a classmate wrote a sestina to present the theory of evolution as relevant to child development for a psych/ed class we take. It was quite brilliant and motivated me to go back to my roots and favorite escape- tinkering with the cogs of imagination through writing.