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WARNING: This is the first time I have ever written a cinquain, and the idea of using stresses, well it kind of stresses me out. I’ve been trying to do some brief reading, but I must admit I don’t fully grasp the concept, so I’m not sure how this will turn out: utter failure or half-way decent. I’m afraid any more may be asking too much. If any of you would like to offer constructive criticism on how I can improve in grasping the concept of stressing, by all means. As this is the first time I have ever asked for a response, please don’t immediately try to burn me at the stake. I’d like to add that the word cinquain is even so foreign to my computer that it has a little red squiggly line under it; we are in agreement.

The numbers below are for my own reference (just in case I forget to remove them after I’m done writing, OR I feel like they add to the whole idea of learning this strange new poem form.)
Syllables: 2-4-6-8-2
Stresses: 1-2-3-4-1

Anyway, without further adieu: the first cinquain, ladies and gents!:

The Hotel

The room
It’s solitude
Yet comforting and warm
I curl beneath the crisp white sheets
I sleep

Ok, now I know that wasn’t a stroke of literary genius, but it was a first attempt. I realize it didn’t contain the proper stresses, but I think I’ll write another one later.
I’m taking this cinquain form one step at a time.