Tag Archives: awareness

All The Seeds

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he sleeps next to me

as sleep avoids me

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I try to rest one piece

at a time breath after breath

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he knows best as the moon

rises late behind the roofs

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me I can’t wait for the sun

to shine on all the seeds

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I planted in me

and in the dirt

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Prima Vera Domenica

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Sunday’ posts are dedicated to Italian Poetry. Tuesdays’ poems will be in English, as always.

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a noi non resta

memoria della neve

del suo cadere silenziosa

del suo coprire e calmare

del suo sciogliersi nutrendo

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a noi resta

la terra dura dell’inverno

di una siccità sgradita

che porta ad una rigidità

non fertile al fuoco estivo

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a noi che non badiamo

e nulla ascoltiamo noi

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Breathing

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it’s the stall that

makes me nervous

the space between

branches that

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makes me breath

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the silent wake up

calls before the

birds sing that

has me pray

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Winter Hides

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winter hides the green

away

no complementary

colors

even at sunsets

winter

hides but those tiny

flowers

that makes me break

into a smile

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here and there I smile

some

light out of me shines

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Beauty Lingering

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it’s an afterward
moving

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this of giving poetry
a way

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to talk about the beauty
lingering

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unseen
sensitivity shining

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bright
in our darker days

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when we
think there’s little

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to be seen

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This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks 02, on sale now for the Holiday Season. Check it out

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Keep On Walking

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our venturesome
walks are the cause
me I can’t stay
put too long

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walking life barefoot
doesn’t scare me

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it was probably
because grandpa

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explained everything
to me then – I got it

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the habit of asking why
exacting answers

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even when
the questions
are larger than I
I keep on walking

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This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks 02, I published in 2016 on sale now for the Holiday Season. Check it out!

The Revelation Of Presence

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I quiver as the sun
comes back out
from behind the trees

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I remember being
fifteen drenched in
too many questions

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boiling over in the
heat of the sunshine
evaporating upward

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leaving

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room for silence
to fill each single
gap each crevice

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The Sea From Afar

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what I miss
is the time moving
slowly creating a still
silence inside

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watching the clouds
surf slowly and the grass
grow tall when the rain
is done

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walking uphill
seeing the sea from
afar holding its smell
on my skin

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my time immersed
in beauty my time
my days my habits
I hold nothing

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This poem is from the collection California Notebooks 01 available on Amazon if you are interested in purchasing your own copy for your own library shelves.