Tag Archives: Photography

In Spite Of Me

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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

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Seasons

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I end up at times

visiting old friends

dinners stretching

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over time feeding

our souls

the privilege

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of recalling

the spirit’s

visitations

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our hearts

a candle burning

quietly

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steadily shaking

in the evening

breeze leaves

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we are made to fall

and to die

full of colors

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when it’s season

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“Not Rosaries Nor Missals” is a collections of poems started on July 2013. This poem comes from that collection.

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Everlasting

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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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One More Query

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while we artists

on earth spend days

hardly making

a living as we struggle

to find the right

hues the precise color

to define a day

to portray time tell me

my dear where

you now indulge beauty

where time is

no more what color is

the forever

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⁃ To Michelle Pelletier –

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Solitude Serves Me Well

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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

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This poem is from the California Notebook collection, available in paper book and digital format.

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.

Anni fa…

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Incontro un piccolo cane,

frenetico, affamato.

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Si affonda nella spazzatura.

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Disperazione, tenerezza,

pianto, le nostre miserie,

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che lui incorpora ingoiando

immondizia, impudico.

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Lui senza vergogna.

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Inedita, Italy, 2011.

Orizzonti

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Ci ascoltavamo

senza parlare.

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La lentezza

dello sguardo

dava alla

nostra storia

un ritmo lento

diluito.

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Conoscevamo

orizzonti

fuori

dall’inquadratura.

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Mettevamo a fuoco

ogni cosa e forse

ci siamo spaventati.

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Tratta da Imputami il peccato di voler sopravvivere – Ottobre 2010.

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I Dare To Hope April Is The Cruelest

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I knew the hardest

was not being locked in

but the coming out

the count of the missing

ones their blinders

down as you take your

long missed stroll
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that time has not arrived yet
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but the count has

started once you get time

at hand the socials

platforms open up some

profiles have black

some tears and weeping

so far is two at day
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way too high the number

of my friends who are no more

we are still on lock down
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April is the cruelest month

I dare to strongly hope

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Altrove

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Il cielo
non lo scorgevamo

gli occhi
chiusi sul desiderio

sdraiati nel cerchio
misterioso

già odoravamo di pane
occupavamo il tempo

ci riempivamo le mani
di carezze e il corpo

occupato uno con l’altro
credeva d’essere

altrove

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Tratta da Colori Estivi, Giugno 2012.

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Sunny Awakenings

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was dreaming of

sunny awakenings

sweet cuddling and words

few – tight together

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was getting out to say

good morning – gratitude

will not fail me

a smile in spite

of everything

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I will hold

happiness

between

my hands

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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
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Reverberations, Unpublished, 2013.