Tag Archives: beauty

Being There

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being there
one day

where the sound
of butterflies wings

could be heard
stretched on a smile

attentive to my
body changes

on the awe of gratitude
cracking away

a bit at a time
to deeper life

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This poem is part of the published collection California Notebooks 02

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Light

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approaching the day
with dancing
thoughts

to linger in god’s
presence
light

that stays with me
at night
and in my slumber

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This poem is part of the published collection California Notebooks 02

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Pick Me Up

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peaceful the dust
lingers on my shelves

I touch books thrown
back in time where

is all that mind
knowledge gone

the people that
walked with me

transmuted no
stone left unturned

no thing left the same
I let dust be as

my eyes scan spines
bleached by the

sunlight come
god pick me up

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Con il buio

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Sunday’s Poems are dedicated to Italian Poetry

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i giorni in cui devo

insegnare

mi sveglio

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prima degli uccelli

parto

con il buio

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con il buio ritorno

le stelle mi illuminano

di sorrisi

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Tuesday Poems will be in English as usual.

Sì, la domenica le poesie saranno in italiano!

 

 

 

Once More

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I did read six pages
this morning
to make me revolve
once more
in the right direction
it has been
long since I could
poetry came
to give me a hand
to see who
am I once more

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Feeling sad… The six pages mentioned in this poem I published Tuesday are those of a Mary Oliver book, and today, two days later, she passed away…

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Making Room

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left with questions
raising as people complain
not understanding
hiking the silent way alone
making answers room

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Yesterday it was my birthday, I choose this poetic meditation for today because growing is a beautiful, truly beautiful, journey – even when we don’t understand life.

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This Whisper

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I write hesitantly

as if scared to feel

too much as if afraid

to make noise

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to intimidate

the graciousness

of this whisper past

my ears past my mind

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I got there somehow

once more afraid

to be cast away

when I was it

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