*
as the day ends
I take a last walk
around my own
house stepping
on the garden
grass eyes up
to the clouds
sailing slowly
sending me
the rhythm
I had lacked
.
.
Jul1
Rhythm
Tag Archives: mindfulness
Jun23
Removed
*
under or above
removed from usual
grounds from valleys
to enter quieter realms
stillness and marvel
to be marginal
observing whether
with fish or birds
a new silence
lingering in
eternity
This poem is part of the collection Crossing Riviera.
By the way, in case you wish to give me some feedback based on your experience or instruction, this new Blocks Editor DRIVES ME CRAZY!!! Not sure it works for poems… even the Schedule seems more lengthy and complicated and, sorry for the past few weeks, missing the usual posting time and dates – I was experimenting with the Block Editor! Arrgh…
May20
Solitude Serves Me Well
*
before is the bird’s
song and the occasional
car passing by
then the refrigerator
freezing while shaking
the hot water boiler
or an airplane
far away the mailman
comes dropping
volumes of papers
we need to lift glance
at a minute then dispose
that’s how days roll
away how solitude
serves me well
.
.
.
This poem is from the California Notebook collection, available in paper book and digital format.
May13
The Look My Soul Has
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in between loving cats
and feeding elders
roaming paths
it was the caressing
with my eyes of the olive
trees barks twisted by
the winds and the lack
of water – is that the look
my soul has – she had no
idea life was business
to attend same the church
and the cats and the elderly
.
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This poem is part of the collection Not Rosaries Nor Missals.
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May6
They
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they panic no one
around the streets
.
no one in their cars
no noise nor pollution
.
they keep the tv loud
letting anger lash out
.
or let despair cover
their trapped bodies
.
they weep the chance
they resist they curse
.
.
.
Apr14
Sunny Awakenings
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was dreaming of
sunny awakenings
sweet cuddling and words
few – tight together
.
was getting out to say
good morning – gratitude
will not fail me
a smile in spite
of everything
.
I will hold
happiness
between
my hands
.
.
.
Apr12
Esserci (a Pasqua)
Sundays’ posts are dedicated to Italian Poetry
*
esserci
un giorno
dove il suono delle
ali delle farfalle
può essere ascoltato
disteso su un sorriso
vigile ai mutamenti
del mio corpo
stupore della gratitudine
mi incrino un poco
alla volta a vita
più profonda
Tuesday Poems will be in English as usual.
Sì, la domenica le poesie saranno in italiano, in quanto ad oggi, Buona Pasqua!
Questa poesia è pubblicata nel libro California Notebooks 02.
Apr7
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
.
.
.
Reverberations, Unpublished, 2013.
Mar31
Well Defined
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I will walk away from
the crowds and their buzz
finding an island to float serene
on way away from cravings
looks and strong odors
to my own shadow
well defined
.
.
Poem from the unpublished collection Intertextures – Crossing Rivieras, 2013.
Mar1
Un po’ di poesia
Sunday’s posts are dedicated to Italian Poetry
*
non voglio
che nessuno muoia senza
un po’ di poesia
un tono
d’amore o compassione
passione
ti auguro
l’urgenza di valicare
questa
soglia
mentre sei nella tua dimora una
bella pelle
desiderando che
arrivi quel tocco dall’alto
.
.
.
Tuesday Poems will be in English as usual.
Sì, la domenica le poesie saranno in italiano!
Questa poesia fa parte della nuova opera California Notebooks 02
Feb18
Eyes Wide Open
*
.
we are here
softly abandoned
.
glaring at the shadow of
an airplane on the ground
.
one of those luminous day
where every detail is out
.
for count and thanksgiving
following a time dark as
.
the night upon which we
both struggled with
.
eyes wide open to
no avail in fear
.
.
,
Feb11
On Writing
*
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
…
.
.
This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks 02
.
Jan19
Eterea
Sunday’s posts are dedicated to Italian Poetry
*
come goccia d’olio
trattenuta dall’acqua
mi estendo piano
impercettibilmente
–
lentamente pascolo
l’anima accudita
cresce alta
eterea
.
.
.
Sì, la domenica le poesie sono in italiano.
Tuesdays posts will be in English as usual.
.
Jan14
Eternity Roams
*
eternity roams
inside me I can’t
help but travel
forever wondering
the mind and space
on earth as in dreams
seeking some order
chasing the waters
harmony to fill me
deep from the inside
to make me a lake
alas at home
.
.
This poem is part of the bilingual poetry collection California Notebooks 01 on sale on Amazon. If you wish you can read the Italian version on the post previous to this one titled Armonia.
Jan7
Birthday Wish
*
to be me
the one I’m
inside immune
to time and places
to recognize the one I
ought to welcome with love
.
.
.
Yep, today is my birthday!
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