Over at the dVerse Poets Pub, we are being encouraged to try out a different short verse form called cinquain. Here is my rushed attempt, but there are some far, far better ones out there, so be sure to visit there and have fun reading them!
No Limits
She dreamt
of fortune, fame,
freedom to beget worlds.
Beating head against glass ceiling,
she wrote.
findingtimetowrite 
Ah, this is a good one, and hugely truthful 🙂
So know that feeling. Scarily so. Nice lines of near Ars Poetica
You missed by best ones, which I had totally forgotten about.
Read the others too – so you have some familiarity with this form! (I was going to say you have previous form, sorry about the pun!)
I hate to see anyone denied their rightful place. When it comes to writing, truly one is without limits. Nicely written.
Very good, those glass ceilings are there..
break on through…to the other side….smiles…there are those that try to keep a brother down…particularly in the world of writing…
Ah, fellow Doors lover?
More freedom in writing, perhaps, than in many other worlds.
Hopefully dreams will become reality! Nicely penned.
Oh, Marina Sofia, I know all about that glass ceiling and those dreams. What I love about writing is that it allows you to explore your dreams…
I like that you use “ceiling” rather than “wall”. It says to me you’re striving to rise higher, not merely move. I like this cinquain!
Thank you for reading my cinquain, great to meet you on dVerse Poets.
A pleasure! Stop by my blog some time!
We do that don’t we… it’s in our blood.
Better than smashing your head against the ceiling… right?
sometimes it’s hard
“freedom to beget worlds” – that line alone deserves applause.
That’s the one that took longest, you’re right!
ugh…beating the head against the glass ceiling…painful to be separated from those dreams…seeing them already but not yet there..
love this!
Makes me think of so many inspiring female writers.
I hope my daughter does not hit too many glass ceilings, but I can already see the damn things!
Glass ceilings – very real. Can be frustrating. Something let us not limit our daughters with. If they do not believe in it, perhaps it won’t exist for them.
Like fairies.
Oh, I hope so! I certainly did not believe in them for the longest time but…
Yes it’s a bit like that, all those dreams that somehow don’t burst through… maybe a glass cutter and off you go!:)
lovely cinquain! makes me curious to try out the form myself. ’tis the season. 🙂