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January mornings
wake up slowly
.
in spite of long stretches
yawns and chilly air
.
everything deep in sleep
so is everyone
.
like a colorless dream
dipped in silence
.
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January mornings
wake up slowly
.
in spite of long stretches
yawns and chilly air
.
everything deep in sleep
so is everyone
.
like a colorless dream
dipped in silence
.
.
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sun rays
powerless
reflect away
from the frozen
skin of the small pond
.
there no duck is
allowed to swim in days
like these slivers of ice
compacted together
a strange collage
.
reminiscent of abstract art
fish swimming below unseen
.
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it is so
that every morning
I go about pressing the foot
on the same path that’s how
.
habits are formed good ones
.
I have learned in between
.
steps to make treasure of
observation new revelations
as they come blossom
.
in presence
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This is the first poem posted in 2021 with my wish to you that you will blossom in presence in all of your beauty.
~ Also, tomorrow is my birthday and I wish to myself the good habit to be present and grateful every day that is given to me.
This poem is part of the poetry collection California Notebooks that can be bought on Amazon with a special discount.
Enjoy reading poetry, enjoy basking in its beauty, there is still much we can be grateful for…
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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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Poem from the second volume of the book California Notebooks 02. If you wish to gift yourself, or someone else, a discounted copy click here. I would love to find a review from you. Best Wishes!
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poetry is
the description
of a transition
the details
of a voyage
into new unknown
lands laying
beside us all along
.
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Poem from the second volume of the book California Notebooks. If you wish to gift yourself, or someone else, for the holidays with a discounted copy click here.
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Sunday’s posts are dedicated to Italian Poetry
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mi adorna
un sorriso inaspettato
io che attendo poco e vivo
d’ora che esploro sorvolando
non trattengo nulla lascio
che il movimento accada e non ho
indirizzi punte di spilli o di matite
mi trovo felice tra le ultime tre righe
.
Sì, la domenica le poesie saranno in italiano!
Se volete regalare o regalarvi il libro questa poesia é tratta dai “California Notebooks” in vendita da Feltrinelli.
This poems can be read in its English version here.
Tuesday Poems will be in English as usual.
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I’m not knowledgeable
on climatic changes
the way the winds go
on high or low pressure
I didn’t keep my head on books
but clouds those I know
teaching us
how to be in life
the best ones being
those moving fast
giving no resistance
to life happenings
they follow whatever
wind coming their way
you see them glorying
and soon happily gone
busy dancing
life out
no time to pout – others
grow dark and sit dense
giving headaches
to some of us
they build resistance
to any life changes
no escape
the heaviness
they create
will break on us all
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Poem from the first volume of the book California Notebooks. If you wish to gift yourself, or someone else, for the holidays with a discounted copy click here.
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1.
winter came early
this year to me
and to so many
others counting
the dead ones
holding tight
to a thin opening
of breath whistling
almost in an out my
house old all of a sudden
2.
I do repeat I love you
to my self five times
at day more really
because it helps
my lungs relax
I feel larger
than life
simply
saying
to myself
I do love you
hold on tightly
3.
all shall pass one day
not today maybe
please not
today
.
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la potenza scardinante
della poesia che apre
varchi negli spazi
chiusi dell’anima
.
la curiosità delle forme
.
ricche di sapori
inconsci morti
forse per un tempo
nomade senza dimora
.
fissa l’evanescenza
.
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*
if I could just still myself
as birds do when they fly
.
gliding afterward to see
for once what life is about
.
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*
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.
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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
.
.
*
things cluttered
I move them around
just a bit as to call them
to make a list of prisoners
to make them feel less
lonely as my mind
speaks to them
their language
.
.
*
last rays bright
casting
elaborate shadows
.
embroidering walls
chilling the air
shivering a bit I rest
.
.
*
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
.
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