Francis Santaquilani

Francis Santaquilani Poems

161. This Spot 10/13/2005
162. Tree 12/21/2008
163. Trees Again 1/5/2006
164. Triumphus 3/16/2010
165. Two Daughters 10/10/2005
166. Unforseen 7/28/2007
167. Unmarked Grave 3/14/2007
168. Unschmackhaft 12/12/2011
169. Waiting 12/16/2005
170. Wake 10/10/2005
171. Wave 3/16/2007
172. We Are Tigers 10/12/2005
173. We Three 12/31/2008
174. What Beast? 8/5/2007
175. What Is It? 2/21/2007
176. Who'Ll Provide The Joy? 10/24/2005
177. Winter Haiku 3/7/2007
178. Winter Haiku 2 3/7/2007
179. You And Your Day 10/21/2005
180. You Have It Over 10/13/2005
Best Poem of Francis Santaquilani

Sailing On

He's in this room?

He's not being rocked
Side to side.
He's so pale.
He was so brown and
Often red. Strange
To not see him under
The sun, moon and stars.

A white blanket over him.
White sheets under him.
His head floats on a white pillow
Like a fish head on a cushion of
The whitest sea foam.
All of its color washed out to sea.

The wrinkles on his face and neck
And the crinkles around his eyes
Seem ironed out by this artificial light.

His mouth is closed, and
Not singing
To compete with the gulls
And the ...

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Family Portrait

It's the juxtaposition,
That made the photo.
The juxtaposition
You never considered,
Even as she dangled
Like raw meat
On a hook
In your periphery

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