*
routine is good
a shelter to my heart
a time of secret
tenderness
went to swim in the morning
new beauty welcomed me
piercing the sound
underwater
large the company
joyful exile
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From the collection The London Hours, 2012.
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Aug22
Tag Archives: Photography
Aug16
Running Uphill from The London Hours
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I will close this page
and put it away
I will have a look
at such light
lingering
I will stand eventually
get up and displace
myself in a busy store
drunk in sounds and souls
I will pick you up
later when this
wind ceases
one more time
running uphill
.
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From the collection “The London Hours”, 2012.
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Aug8
The London Hours
*
white wellness
welcomed within
.
quietness
a silence seek
.
nearly no movement
a mussel in a shell
.
I hear love
surging
.
if I could
stay forever
.
fractions
.
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From the collection The London Hours, 2012.
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Aug1
Italian Summers
*
mid day of August’s
mid month some echoes
of a church service
on a television where
there are very few visions
a small breeze rises
awakening me to
a tiny drip drop
a small precipitation
into myself until
an airplane breaks
the clouds in two
.
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Jul25
Creed
*
my creed is this
got to make life a nest
while it last as
I grow my wings to
leave it soaring
fending the air upward
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Jul18
Il posto giusto – The Right Place
*
non hai dubbi
quando sei
nel posto giusto
la tua anima si estende
se ne esce volando tu la segui in
qualche modo con le parole
e anche senza
*
you just know
when you are in
the right place
your soul stretches
out and flies you follow
it somehow with words
and without
– These poems are part of the newly published, bilingual, collection California Notebooks 02, check it out –
Jul12
Life As Seen in 2017
*
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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Jul5
Eldorado, at last!
*
today the winds
in the valley are
high and strong
against the palm
trees fighting them
with a loud fuss
the mountains
fade away behind
a curtain of dust
lifted in the air
in front of them
gold swirling
souvenirs of
the Eldorado
.
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This poem is part of the newly published collection California Notebooks 02
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Jun27
The Lonely Trees
*
wind tending
the lonely trees
too tall to reach
a few visits here
and there are clouds
birds the music
played by the wind
kissed by the sun
caressed by rain they
get more attention
– without moving –
some of us do
.
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This poem is part of the newly published collection California Notebooks 02
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Jun20
Waiting
*
call on waiting
same old jingles
repeating as I
come to realize
the blessing of
waiting not able
to do anything else
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Jun13
Dreams From The California Notebooks 02
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I cannot be richer than
on summer nights
deep in silence
and beauty
open wide open
window mind soaring
above a few clouds strolling
by the moon
the language of nature
whispering to me the
dreams to come
.
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This poem is part of the newly published collection California Notebooks 02
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May30
Beauty Between Silences
*
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 newly published collection California Notebooks 02
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May24
Dancing Thoughts
*
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 newly published collection California Notebooks 02
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May16
Beauty Lingering Unseen
*
it’s an afterward
moving
this of giving poetry
a way
to talk about the beauty
lingering
unseen
sensitivity shining
bright
in our darker days
when we
think there’s little
to be seen
.
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This poem is part of the newly published collection California Notebooks 02
.
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May10
The Birds Trills
*
just before
I breathed in I was
breathing out
I run to this
place to be with you
you seem aloof
to life or to give
anything out afraid
even to receive
I play with the birds
trills as people rush
home from work
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This poem is part of the newly published collection California Notebooks 02
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