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Sketchbook 

Paul Ingrassia, US
 

 

 

Cinqku

raindrops
on the roof—
rapid beating
of my heart from your touch
and kiss

 

 

rich soil
in the yard,
seed has been sown—
I watch my children play,
and smile

 

 

Cinquain

Epitaph for Bacchus

(May 2004 -January 28, 2006)

For our beloved cat, the day after his
untimely death

Quiet
And still you were,
When into the cold, harsh
Dark I stepped; still warm you were, though
Lifeless...

Go forth, dear friend, follow your course,
Return, dear friend, to the One Source.

We cried
Into the night,
Our hearts: frail china crushed;
Into the morning, we said our
Goodbyes...

Go forth, dear friend, follow your course,
Return, dear friend, to the One Source.

Rain-soaked
Streets and dripping
Trees seem to match our moods
Today, as we plan your last rest,
Tear-streaked...

Go forth, dear friend, follow your course,
Return, dear friend, to the One Source.

 

 

Cinquain

The Texas Rangers Save A Town Near Austin from a Riot

He stepped
down from the train,
"One man?" cried the mayor.
"Ain't but one riot," he answered,
calmly.

 

 

Breakneck Ridge

Soaring
among the peaks,
birds of prey fly patterns—
upon the Hudson, sunbeams are
dancing.

 

 

Mourning Dove

Dire tune
drifts from treetops
filling the still silence—
in a moment, silence, stillness
returns.

 

 

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