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slowing down
my thoughts like
a hand to stop
.
a wild river yet
.
that split second
is still water to
my thirsty heart
.

*
slowing down
my thoughts like
a hand to stop
.
a wild river yet
.
that split second
is still water to
my thirsty heart
.
Once in a while, on a Sunday, the posts are dedicated to Italian poetry.
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mi resta poco
ogni giorno
scelgo cosa
dire e cosa muovere
ogni giorno
scelte sullo scontato
abituale
salvo energie per la cura
salvo me
spero per una volta
.
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let me repeat every day
the same act of devotion
the same gesture of starting
a poem to pick from the air
your words and to line them
up on paper let me infinitely
.
*
it’s the stall that
makes me nervous
the space between
branches that
.
makes me breath
.
the silent wake up
calls before the
birds sing that
has me pray
.
*
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
.
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
!
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lets not forget
the improvised song
.
falling from above when
you stop to meditate
.
wings flapping
nervously sounding
.
almost metallic
that clear it seems
.
lighter than
daylight
.
.
This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks 02, on sale now for the Holiday Season. Check it out!
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let me dance
as the millipede
with no thinking
.
ask me not to
quit nor to explain
turn the other side
.
if jealousy abides
inside as I praise the
sky as the dance floor
.
This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks 02, published in 2016 on sale now for the Holiday Season. Check it out!
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our venturesome
walks are the cause
me I can’t stay
put too long
.
walking life barefoot
doesn’t scare me
.
it was probably
because grandpa
.
explained everything
to me then – I got it
.
the habit of asking why
exacting answers
.
even when
the questions
are larger than I
I keep on walking
.
.
This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks 02, I published in 2016 on sale now for the Holiday Season. Check it out!
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November 1st early
morning past sunrise
I’m out in the middle
of the deserted road
.
I stop to savor the
moment under a sturdy
blue sky half moon
suspended late up there
.
my eyes running up to
the lengths of the tall
palm trees where only
a bird or two greet me
.
I’ve got a couple of hours
a couple of water bottles and
some mountains to follow here’s
peace before my Sunday starts
.
From the poetry collection California Notebooks 02 now on sale.
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