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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.
Read Paul Ingrassia's poem:
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