*
a river pouring
you are not rushing
.
to me poetry flows
out is hard to contain
.
I’ve no hands for that use
I’ve new eyes to embrace
.
strong legs clasped around
it’s an odd place wonderful
.
to be tell me what is
new today with you
.
.
*
solitude lived
in absence
of fear
leads you
to great riches
.
*
e poi smettono
le cicale
quelle vicine e
sale il verde
ancora più caldo
delle ortiche
.
*
these days
I feel like a boat
in the woods
.
late at night
under a cloudy sky
not even stars
.
to dream upon
an imaginary route
on rocky soil
.
*
I notice the silence
.
not anymore the chirping
or the chatter of the wind
.
I notice the hummingbird
trying stillness by furious
.
flapping I stop engaging
myself I let go of my eyes
.
frantic grasping of letters
on a page putting the book
.
down where it was letting
my head as beheaded
.
falling too
.
.
Poem from the bilingual book California Notebook available for you also online.
*
your unpronounceable name
backward is wonder
upward is silence
where I abide
to my best
for you
.
.
*
you just know
when you are in
the right place
your soul stretches
out and flies you follow
it somehow with words
and without
This poem is at page 51 of the bilingual poetry book California Notebooks 02
*
it is so
that every morning
I go about pressing the foot
on the same path that’s how
.
habits are formed good ones
.
I have learned in between
.
steps to make treasure of
observation new revelations
as they come blossom
.
in presence
.
This is the first poem posted in 2021 with my wish to you that you will blossom in presence in all of your beauty.
~ Also, tomorrow is my birthday and I wish to myself the good habit to be present and grateful every day that is given to me.
This poem is part of the poetry collection California Notebooks that can be bought on Amazon with a special discount.
Enjoy reading poetry, enjoy basking in its beauty, there is still much we can be grateful for…
*
poetry is
the description
of a transition
the details
of a voyage
into new unknown
lands laying
beside us all along
.
.
Poem from the second volume of the book California Notebooks. If you wish to gift yourself, or someone else, for the holidays with a discounted copy click here.
.
Sunday’s posts are dedicated to Italian Poetry
*
mi adorna
un sorriso inaspettato
io che attendo poco e vivo
d’ora che esploro sorvolando
non trattengo nulla lascio
che il movimento accada e non ho
indirizzi punte di spilli o di matite
mi trovo felice tra le ultime tre righe
.
Sì, la domenica le poesie saranno in italiano!
Se volete regalare o regalarvi il libro questa poesia é tratta dai “California Notebooks” in vendita da Feltrinelli.
This poems can be read in its English version here.
Tuesday Poems will be in English as usual.
*
those shapes of the trees
upside down fringes
to define the end
of earth
merging the sky
such filigree complex
yet common we don’t see
when we casually look around
.
.
*
last rays bright
casting
elaborate shadows
.
embroidering walls
chilling the air
shivering a bit I rest
.
.
*
now it’s my turn
to be sitting on
a park bench
alone listening
something is coming
what is is coming
.
.
This was the only English poem performed on my first poetic reading after the Covid-19 lockdown, last weekend, when asked to do a public reading during the finissage of an art show Called Opulenza Vegetale (Vegetable Opulence). The performance took place in an old site, a church dated 1289, in Italy. If interested in a short video click here, Now.
*
to be me
the one I’m
inside immune
to time and places
to recognize the one I
ought to welcome with love
.
.
.
Yep, today is my birthday!
.
*
le mie poesie sono
su misura hanno orli
che definiscono le
forme e finali che
calzano l’iridescenza
nella quale si muovono
.
.
.
