Tag Archives: living

The Sun – California Notebooks 02

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it seems some days
that the sun moves
at a faster speed

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it raises for a kiss
as I get a cup of coffee
and let the cat out

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I see them playing
together in the shiny
grass birds may

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join too as I give
shape to new poetry
typing away

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suddenly it taps
on the backyard for
a sad goodbye

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as I sit speechless

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If I could

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if I could just scan

the soil and the earth

looking for ghosts

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lingering

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looking for

someone they pretend

they lost

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taking time

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while we blindly go

continuing our lives

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Finding Rest

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to soar up
above all

where stars
wait on the night

to pasture blue
clouds unkempt

where prayers
roam before

finding rest

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This poem is part of the selection for the new collection, soon to be published, California Notebooks 03.

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Measures from The London Hours

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something to do with measures
unknown
to others the length
of my despair whether is
it by nature, mine
or a not understanding of facts

of the jokes
among men, their secret bets
their sudden shoulders

and all was lived
and built, all that had an essence

to dust them off
to cough them up
it’s all forgotten
at once.

I don’t seem
to understand other’s
measures, the sense of
their steps, it’s long
far from me.

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From the collection of The London Hours, 2012.

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An Upside Down World

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tonight
the moon is full

emptied from a thousand
engagements I lay in hot
water maybe illuminated

from the sky is the silence
repose approaching
hidden from light

an upside down world
a somersault and a wriggle to

find myself wondering star under
inside some lights I turn off before
the thoughts – then the eyes

slightly vibrating
weightless in the space
I found within

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Intertextures – Crossing Rivieras

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transparency
is something I
share with fish

I’m suspended
at last a gracious
moment they

stick closer if I
hold in stillness
even more come

what is there
re generation
wisdom shared

I wish I could
last forever in
salty waters

weightless

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More poems of this collection: “Crossing Rivieras” can be found on this blog with the search botton to your right.

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Spring From The California Notebooks 2015

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the blossoms on the trees
this is the season are pink

and white both becoming to
the sky’s hues as to the thin
blushing of the passing clouds

some are already stretched
on the ground decorating grass
dirt or cement some floating

dead in puddles reflecting
though a darker sky

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Poetry From The California Notebooks 2015

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I pick up words
as small daisies
on a spring field

careful to hold them
in small bunches
never as beautiful

as when first spotted
a memory of wonder
blushing as they close

around their meaning
covering the heart
shy of a truth near

enough – our dull spirits
remembering only a note
or two

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Nights From The California Notebooks 2015

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the stillness
of some nights
has few equals

owls sounds
out of nowhere
under this canopy

honeyed darkness
wrapped around
my lonely steps

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California Notebooks 2014 EN/IT featuring on IPM today (audio version too)

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I had the feeling
I had been lost at sea
just for a few weeks

if weeks count as
years having no sweet
food or drink just

overcoming the waves
withstand the wind patience
unfolded under the sun

one morning – passing by
a mirror – not able to
recognize myself

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(The audio versions can be found, at the end of the poem, here on the IPM page http://wp.me/phPCu-MX)

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ho avuto la sensazione
d’esser stata naufraga persa
nel mare qualche settimana

se le settimane contano
come anni senza cibo
o acqua dolce solo

le onde da superare
sopportando il vento la pazienza
spiegata sotto il sole

una mattina – passando
davanti a uno specchio –
incapace di riconoscermi

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Dreams From The California Notebooks, 2015

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my feet are crossed
in bed casually

as if I were laying
under an apple tree

on a motionless
summer afternoon

with arms bent
and opened up

around my head
wings as I travel

the darkened road
one deep breath

after another
to dreamland

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