Hope Quintain (Sicilian) Poems

Dripping over with the magic sense, you
With violet wings soar unnaturally low.
I split with your cloud's grief my own adieus—
And the words that can hold...

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I’ll hang out here and hope to see
My hungry heart filled to the brim
With one of these little fish, my plea
Is that I’m watching my...

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Like fireflies, glistening in the twilight
Filling hearts with the sweetest calm,
Coloring thoughts in peacefulness, so I write
Words reflecting the grace, its tender balm
Breathing joy through...

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Alone, where winds had smoothed the cobblestone,
a young novice sat, solemn and austere,
brooding over mistakes made, seeds past sown.
Entering the abbey; a fate severe,
she wept...

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A baby hears mother's voice from the womb,
forming a bond that will last a lifetime.
When a fetus stretches and kicks for room,
Mom's voice overrides anxiety's...

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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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I didn't expect the moon would darken so soon
The clouds were not dense black in the sky
Wind so gladly entered the pink balloons 
They insisted...

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Falling softly, like a gentle kiss
Forever abiding and thriving
It’s the promise of the purest bliss
Starlight glimmers, ever surviving
Promising hope - love’s tender abyss

Silent prayers, forever...

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Seasoned eyes, see both the past and present.
Bookended between times now out of mind.
A tattered soul recalls a steep ascent.
Experiences; a life intertwined.
Understand that time...

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It makes me sad that I shall never fall in love again
For I have reached the age where I dare not hope
To experience that grand...

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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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Reflections of Change

Reflections of the season’s change
as cast upon a languid lake
that signals weather’s rearrange,
and leaves a future quite opaque,
are but a sign of warmth’s...

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I had some fun with friends so grand
It’s been a long, long time
We heard a great Queen Tribute Band
Musicians in their prime
We sing and clap...

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Reaching out and never being able to find
It can be a completely empty feeling
Going through loss starts a battle in your mind.
They're not coming back,...

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