Death Quintain (Sicilian) Poems

Speak not words of death, but life,
Let grace and mercy have full sway.
The tongue can sever like a knife,
But we can choose healing words to...

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Walking home from a party one cold night,
a man approached and not word did he say:
though, he seemed harmless I did have some fright,
silently,...

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I wonder why bereaved people even bother with mourning clothes when the grief itself provides such an unmistakable wardrobe. Jandy Nelson

What I scribe assists and...

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Savoring the dawn on the grassy meadow
Your smile would reverberate in the sky
A fantastic life as the sun comes after shadow 
I loved the shivering breeze...

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When Mama lay dying a sad Christmas because
We visited her in Memorial on that Christmas Eve,
She’d hidden away our presents as old Santa Claus.
She told...

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Death knell sounds over our village green
For all the veterans who eternally lie,
Whose presence will never again be seen
Because on foreign fields they had to...

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The trees are like a rainbow on yond hill
in seasons when the leaves turn red and gold.
As Autumn frost caresses dew with chill,
Summer’s sizzling memories...

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Weaving the literary loom
Words marry, blends warp and weft;
Fell in love a splendid groom
Soon his death leaves her bereft,
In haste writes of worldly broom.

She wrote...

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A gracious heart stops upon earth, takes flight
There's a gate swung wide, family inside
Temporary fear erased by light bright
Love radiates as He comes alongside
Love pervades,...

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You have been accused, no more do we need
Point the finger at mother and daughter
Two Sutton girls with no chance to be freed
An impossible test,...

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Dressed to the nines, but with a lethal twist,
her cover blown, enacts her exit plan.
Those lips, a deep vermillion, never missed;
cotillion entrance stops hearts for...

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Surely sunrise will come tomorrow
Perhaps, who knows, I’ll not be here
If so, I’ll have no troubles to borrow,
I’ll be sleeping soundly without fear
Or, I may...

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An overture to winter's frosty breath,
  September oft colors my thoughts in gray
  It signals winter's cold and summer's death,
  Casting its...

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How heavy and unbearable is the guilt
I have sustained and harbored for years?
Was it my wish to be the last in the casket?
I've grieved enough...

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The Rainbow

The world howled and the roaring thunder did clap,
amid frothing waters and whipping winds our vessel marched.
To us whom the boiling sea had unkindly...

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