*
with poems I color
my emotions of new hues
stretch the perimeters
.
grasp a dreamed story
giving it legitimacy
the gifts are shared
.
my soul’s eyes scan
the air around of me
the breath of God
.
the most soft of nests
I am watching myself
growing with as I create
.
*
right in the middle
someone turned off
—— my light
.
since I have this feeling
.
of disconnect
of not getting what’s going on
of abiding dark
.
can you see please
what
I am going through
.
.
*
what if I told you
to send me water
.
as everyone is
busy sending me light
.
may healing come
without parching
in a bath of light
.
as well as sipping
in all the water
.
I need to stand
tall once more
.
*
in silence
is solace
is healing
.
in silence
sleeps comes
taking me places
.
while my healing
is weaved inside
my wounded body
.
silence is planning
my next steps to
warn off the enemy
.
that came inside
as shift as a thief
the cancerous cells
.
*
the great unknown
isn’t death I fear
to do harm to my body
this I fear indeed
to make poor choices
given what others say
not to discern my best
.
yet surrender
like a fish’s body in
stormy waters.
.
⁃ for what I know
.
that may be safe
to let the invisible pull me
while trusting fate
.
*
the act of poetry
may help to face fear
.
in that willful gaze
to dissolve it in writing
.
in the act of reading
in the sounds severing
the space around us
.
*
approaching the day
with dancing
thoughts
to linger in god’s
presence
light
that stays with me
at night
and in my slumber
.
.
.
This poem is part of the published collection California Notebooks 02
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the new territory
I found myself on
.
this not knowing
all I could know
.
waiting long days
molding thoughts
.
making the dark
ones captive
.
feeling your body
changing under
your finger tips
.
*
the dismay sinking
me down from other’s
anxieties thrown around
may I find strength to
pull out from under
may I live longer
.
Sundays Posts are for Italian Poetry once a month.
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quattro alberi
per modo di dire
quattro passi
per descrivere la fuga
quattro parole
scritte come mappa
io piegata in quattro
per non perdere
i miei sentimenti
.
Enjoy the visual art work as well
*
here it comes
the first poem of the year
right as the sun
hides low
behind the houses’ roofs
darkness
falls as a wet blanket
piercing
through my winter coat
a soft sound
cracking
on the frozen grass little
cautious
steps as it advances
.
*
lead me away
from the darkness laid
ahead of me
— lift me —
into a door of golden light
wake me up from each
daily nightmare
.
*
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
.
annamosca 