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it’s an afterward
moving
this of giving poetry
a way
to talk about the beauty
lingering
unseen
sensitivity shining
bright
in our darker days
when we
think there’s little
to be seen
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This poem can be read at page 109 of the published collection California Notebooks 02.
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I’m at loss
describing beauty
a godly attribute
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words aligned as pearls
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to become a necklace
and I can’t find
the thread
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pensive hazel eyes
flickering around
the night where
perfumes sail to
the clouds away
from the cracking
tiny sound of bare foot
on sleepy grass
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This poem is part of the published collection California Notebooks 02
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that power within
and from above
I believe I am
fog that endures
with darkness
I think I have
missed the wind
on my sail
a random cloud
fair and heavy
to stay away
from everything
from you from what
I do not count anymore
and I’ve left behind
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This poem is part of the published collection California Notebooks 02
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Sundays are dedicated to Italian Poetry.
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non mi liscio i capelli
scomposti dal sonno
arruffati i pensieri non
seguo le parole altrui
i miei sogni mi tengono
vacillo tra i passi lenti
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Sì, la domenica le poesie saranno in italiano!
Tuesday Poems will be in English as usual.
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how little time
we take to look
around us to wonder
the light downing
on people and things
alike smaller yet
the time to look inside
where light shall abide
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absolute is the space
I search within
the fire the unstoppable
waters that rule me
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how do we become
is there a law
past human knowledge
how to be
candid and transparent
opalescent
almost gone while here
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Sundays are dedicated to Italian Poetry.
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esserci
un giorno
dove il suono delle
ali delle farfalle
può essere ascoltato
disteso su un sorriso
vigile ai mutamenti
del mio corpo
stupore della gratitudine
mi incrino un poco
alla volta a vita
più profonda
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Sì, la domenica le poesie saranno in italiano!
Questa poesia fa parte della raccolta California Notebooks 02 .
See the previous post of March 5th for the English version.
Tuesday Poems will be in English as usual.
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being there
one day
where the sound
of butterflies wings
could be heard
stretched on a smile
attentive to my
body changes
on the awe of gratitude
cracking away
a bit at a time
to deeper life
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This poem is part of the published collection California Notebooks 02
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approaching the day
with dancing
thoughts
to linger in god’s
presence
light
that stays with me
at night
and in my slumber
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This poem is part of the published collection California Notebooks 02
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rarefatti
i colori delle parole
cadono
lentamente dentro
me credo
sia fato credo sia fede
accolta
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today too I went
to dig the winter
iced ground I had some
tears I could not let out
they were there like the
worm holes I saw
in the lumps I upturned
there are some things
I do not understand
about mankind
the worms were gone
hiding safe the dirt
just laid there perforated
all its holes not visible
before now looking up
to the sky under my eyes
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peaceful the dust
lingers on my shelves
I touch books thrown
back in time where
is all that mind
knowledge gone
the people that
walked with me
transmuted no
stone left unturned
no thing left the same
I let dust be as
my eyes scan spines
bleached by the
sunlight come
god pick me up
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the days I must
teach
I wake up
before birds do
I get off
in darkness
with darkness I return
stars shine
over me their smiles
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Frozen Pond
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