*
wider are the eyes
as a larger window
neat is the view
I do not feel the acute
angles as I know
I make a difference
.

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*
wider are the eyes
as a larger window
neat is the view
I do not feel the acute
angles as I know
I make a difference
.
.
*
it takes one silence
to enter another
silence to draw words
out of poetry
in that quite spot in us
.
.
*
winter hides the green
away
no complementary
colors
even at sunsets
winter
hides but those tiny
flowers
that makes me break
into a smile
.
here and there I smile
some
light out of me shines
.
*
I am sweetly stuck
with poetry
that runs around me
.
*
life is handed
to us in its mystery
.
it looks as if
it is missing instructions
or punctuation
when I try it over and over
I may get it
.
the poetry I write
is what is given to me
.
*
I stand still
writing
among the bare
woods
.
I stand here
observing
my eyes filled
with beauty
.
the sounds of
ducks in between
the church bells
sharp in the air
.
move my tears to
cover my cheeks
such emotional
life will last
.
in nature we live
we are born
again and again
let’s not forget
.
*
take me tight in
embrace me wholly
let me be still as
serenity enters me
.
a coat of light
a small breeze leads
me to shiver
upon a gentle smile
.
.
*
a winter wind
shakes the trees
below but not
the terse blue sky
unmovable
.
a prize after days
of foggy times
the brightness
scorches briefly
everything
.
Sundays posts are dedicated to Italian Poetry.
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poter dire senza parlare
poter capire che siamo
altro oltre pelle e ossa
altro oltre le emozioni
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*
fear lives in us
the more we push it
out the more
it sinks its roots in the dark
.
to be able
to recognize it when
we look from its eyes
terrified
.
at life well aware
we don’t understand
what influences us is what
halts my words now
.
*
the garden repeats
itself with no shame
day after day
year after year
it is the ritual of life
honest repetitions
with no aim to gain
simply to be
I learn each day
from these visits
each step I take
wisdom sheds
entering me
imperceptible
it takes a needy
heart to see
this incredible
life experience
.
*
the garden repeats
itself with no shame
day after day
year after year
it is the ritual of life
honest repetitions
with no aim to gain
simply to be
I learn each day
from these visits
each step I take
wisdom sheds
entering me
imperceptible
it takes a needy
heart to see
this incredible
life experience
.
*
the light will hit you
gloriously when in the midst
of nothing you’ll see
everything
.
.
.
Opening poem of the poetry collection California Notebooks 02
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the volume of the sky
above me and the land
stretching from my feet
.
.
This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks 02, on sale now for the Holiday Season. Check it out!
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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
.
.
This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks 02, on sale now for the Holiday Season. Check it out
!