Annette Gagliardi Poet Cinquain

Truck Wreck

This busted broken body-
is not me alying here.
I’ve gone quickly on to Exodus.
You need not shed a tear

Past wrinkled steel and busted glass;
past smoke and pain and fire,
Myself left quickly in the night.
Our Lord did lead me higher.

The ground will hold my broken shell,
but just like my old suit.
It fit me well and good awhile.
Then I outgrew it by a foot!

I need not that used suit.
I need no body now.
My spirit soars amid the stars
with a soft and sparkling glow.

		By Annette Gagliardi

*Published in “Awaking to Sunshine” summer of 2000, a Poetry.com publication.

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Andrea Dietrich July 6, 2017 at 12:46 PM Annette, this poem closely resembles a quatrain! Annette Gagliardi July 6, 2017 at 4:41 PM Ahh, yes. When I called it a Cinquain, I was thinking quatrain. Sheesh. Thanks for the note.

Andrea Dietrich July 6, 2017 at 12:45 PM wow, this is really really nice, Annette. An excellent portrayal of why we need not fear death!

Darren White June 25, 2017 at 6:32 AM I love your poem, it's beautiful, only the form is not a cinquain... The likening to a suit however is very powerful. Annette Gagliardi June 26, 2017 at 8:22 PM Thanks for the enlightenment. I am not sure then, what this poem should be called. Perhaps it is free verse.