*
the days I’ve got
to teach
.
I wake up
before the birds do
.
I leave
in the dark
with dark I return
.
stars shining
their smiles
which I return
.
Oct5
Smiles I Return
Tag Archives: Photography
Sep28
A River Pouring from California Notebooks
*
a river pouring
you are not rushing
.
to me poetry flows
out is hard to contain
.
I’ve no hands for that use
I’ve new eyes to embrace
.
strong legs clasped around
it’s an odd place wonderful
.
to be tell me what is
new today with you
.
.
Sep21
Early Autumn
*
rustling the rusted
leaves run the ground
the rain of the dead
becomes the soft sound
of the lower wind
rearranging the streets
of an early autumn
.
Sep14
Ending
*
the leaves fall
with the same dancing
moves of butterflies
flights wearing
in this season
the same hues
it’s the enchantment
of summer ending
rays to weave
weaker and weaker
as time goes by
.
Sep7
Solitude
*
solitude lived
in absence
of fear
leads you
to great riches
.
Sep1
My Constellation
*
I rise early
to search the day
to bide the night
.
ancestors
waiting to be
called out to shine
once more
.
as the moon shines
with the stars
in the sky
.
Aug29
Estate 2021 Inedita
*
e poi smettono
le cicale
quelle vicine e
sale il verde
ancora più caldo
delle ortiche
.
Aug24
Hammock
*
I gently swing
back and forth
I gently move
my body in the
evening air
an hammock
weightless I
wait for my next
migration into
the still night
stretched on
.
.
Aug17
Strength
*
standing strong
in my solitude
sweet moments
of deep joy out
of my own well
.
Aug4
Dreaming
*
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
.
.
Jul28
Imaginary Route – Deep Sea Diaries
*
these days
I feel like a boat
in the woods
.
late at night
under a cloudy sky
not even stars
.
to dream upon
an imaginary route
on rocky soil
.
Jul20
I Notice
*
I notice the silence
.
not anymore the chirping
or the chatter of the wind
.
I notice the hummingbird
trying stillness by furious
.
flapping I stop engaging
myself I let go of my eyes
.
frantic grasping of letters
on a page putting the book
.
down where it was letting
my head as beheaded
.
falling too
.
.
Poem from the bilingual book California Notebook available for you also online.
Jul13
For You
*
your unpronounceable name
backward is wonder
upward is silence
where I abide
to my best
for you
.
.
Jul6
The Right Place
*
you just know
when you are in
the right place
your soul stretches
out and flies you follow
it somehow with words
and without
This poem is at page 51 of the bilingual poetry book California Notebooks 02
Jun29
The Revelation Of Presence
*
I quiver as the sun
comes back out
from behind the trees
.
I remember being
fifteen drenched in
too many questions
.
boiling over in the
heat of the sunshine
evaporating upward
.
leaving
.
room for silence
to fill each single
gap each crevice
.
.
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