Tag Archives: beauty

Il mio orto

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Sundays’ poems are dedicated to Italian Poetry

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il mio orto a spirale

ha prodotto abbondanza

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nascondendo la struttura

non percorribile

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nel suo pieno arrivata

la stagione

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Se gradite ascoltare la versione audio e video della performance cliccate qui.

If you wish to hear and see the video of the poetic performance click here.

Yes, on Tuesday poems will be in English, as usual!

Sì, il martedì le poesie, come sempre, saranno pubblicate in inglese!

Now

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now it’s my turn

to be sitting on

a park bench

alone listening

something is coming

what is is coming

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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.

Dedicated To Generation Female

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lead me my heart

where I am welcomed

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with joy and gratitude

hold me there with laughter

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pin me with sweet thoughts

of greatness so that I may

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shine forever not lamenting

nor lacking lead me

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to my own

independence

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The poem, written in August, I dedicate to all the people participating to the Generation Female Global Summit where I will be one of the speakers! I hope to see you there, tomorrow, where you can ask me questions or hear my story, it would be lovely. Please click here to enroll.

Everlasting

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life as a bird

an egg in a nest

in unexpected

 

places hidden

cared for and guarded

with parental

 

love cracking to

the first light revelation

being fed and

 

taught to sing

before I could fly out

into everlasting

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A Place To Be

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a place where

is no expectations
from others to be

some kind of perfect
god under sunshine

to relax where

everything in its
natural beauty lines up

me not too big
nor too small

for some people

doors where
my key wasn’t fitting

may be one
of my crazy dreams
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Reverberations, Unpublished, 2013.

Eyes Wide Open

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we are here
softly abandoned

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glaring at the shadow of
an airplane on the ground

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one of those luminous day
where every detail is out

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for count and thanksgiving
following a time dark as

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the night upon which we
both struggled with

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eyes wide open to
no avail in fear

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On Writing

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I load on beauty
between silences
those of plants and
lack of rain

these shivering
when reefers come
are not gossip or loud
news they are stanzas

needing spaces
in between needing
solid whites an invisible
bench to sit on

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This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks 02

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Firecrest

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why not marvel

at the thin long beak

of the firecrest

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or cry tears realizing

such songs

came from a thumb

size chest

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he fit the mouth

of my cat

so little it was this

bundle of joy

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covering the sky

among trees

with his wings

soft in my palm now

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