*
I move a strand of hair
away
from my face hanging there
for too long
as I didn’t want to remove
you when
I found too many bottles
empty
outside in the trash cans your words
lies
crawling up obscuring my
mind
as my heart knew nothing
but love
then
.
Tomorrow is International Day For The Elimination Of Violence Against Women and I won’t forget my yesterday.
*
those shapes of the trees
upside down fringes
to define the end
of earth
merging the sky
such filigree complex
yet common we don’t see
when we casually look around
.
.
*
a world ruled
by people living
according
to fear and wants
lots of out of tunes
chords
sit now let’s search
open minded for that
humming
.
.
*
last rays bright
casting
elaborate shadows
.
embroidering walls
chilling the air
shivering a bit I rest
.
.
*
I may indulge
in upside down
visions a different
point of
view
.
giving you pictures
of reflections
shadows clouds
and waters
.
all fleeting
all temporarily
true
.
You can view me, reading this poem for you, here.
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*
fall is coming
with messages
thrown at me from above
over my head as falling
leaves passing by
need I to keep
my hands free
.
.
*
now I know
it is worries
that separate
me from you
dark lines
in-creasing
may dissipate
as smoke at dusk
.
.
Sundays’ poems are dedicated to Italian Poetry
*
il mio orto a spirale
ha prodotto abbondanza
.
nascondendo la struttura
non percorribile
.
nel suo pieno arrivata
la stagione
.
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 it’s my turn
to be sitting on
a park bench
alone listening
something is coming
what is is coming
.
.
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.
*
lead me my heart
where I am welcomed
.
with joy and gratitude
hold me there with laughter
.
pin me with sweet thoughts
of greatness so that I may
.
shine forever not lamenting
nor lacking lead me
.
to my own
independence
.
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.
Sundays are dedicated to Italian Poetry.
Vi invito a vedere e ad ascoltare questa poesia, Il posto giusto tratta dal libro bilingue California Notebooks 02 cliccando qui. Questa è la poesia di pagina 50.
Sì, la domenica le poesie sono in italiano e il martedì in inglese.
Tuesday poems will be published in English as usual.
If you own the bilingual book I wrote, California Notebooks 02, this poem in on page 50.
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having infinity
taking over me
that is my practice
in the desert
to rehearse boundless
to have a sip of
eternity once
in a while
.
.
*
hearing steps
of life carried out
gasping one day
they will be no more
times rolls away
my finger fail to
halt it to stillness
.
.
*
when my words
surfacing out of
poetry define
who am I
I cry
I also
rejoice and
stand still as
if suspended
all at the same
exact
time holding
that tiny particle
of truth inside me
that shining in spite
of me
.
.
*
I end up at times
visiting old friends
dinners stretching
.
over time feeding
our souls
the privilege
.
of recalling
the spirit’s
visitations
.
our hearts
a candle burning
quietly
.
steadily shaking
in the evening
breeze leaves
.
we are made to fall
and to die
full of colors
.
when it’s season
.
.
“Not Rosaries Nor Missals” is a collections of poems started on July 2013. This poem comes from that collection.
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