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poetry falls
as pigment
on wet paper
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creating a world
of beauty
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marveling
at the smooth
escape door
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Nov19
Tag Archives: Poetry
Nov13
The Birds Trills
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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 collection California Notebooks 02
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Nov5
To Mew
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let’s sow kindness
even if we no more
like people let’s
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Oct29
Vision
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I write
a ladder
to heaven
upward
I hold
as seen
in my morning
dream
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Oct22
Mind Not
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mind not to make
assumptions about
the man you love
not to project on him
the beauty you hold
or wish to be there
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Oct16
Details
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the light will hit you
gloriously when in the midst
of nothing you’ll see
everything
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Oct8
Deep Into
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to know the weight
of my heart through
my eyes you can see
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how it makes my life
difficult the flight over
troubled landscapes
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I’ve that anchor inside
that sinks me like a spade
deep into the human
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Oct1
My Feelings
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my feelings this time
don’t want to stay on
paper or even reach it
there’s is a modesty
to them as they rise
from my aging family
I move from pangs
of anxious pain to
serenity as giving
honor to vulnerability
brought forth a new
sweetness to be
savored alone
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Sep25
A Tip
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learn not to judge
just look at things
let them sink in as
images in a mirror
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Sep22
Discorsi
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quanto stancano
i discorsi inutili
spesi per conoscersi
coscienze ubriache
addormentate
anche in sogno
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Sep17
Awakening
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awakening to
having no
choice that
to have a job
that holds me
between the earth
and the sky
Sep10
Summer Poems – Giving
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dry leaves scattered
on the summer tall grass
unable to move
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dead to
themselves ready
to mulch
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withal giving
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Aug25
Inedita – Bellezza
Sunday’s posts are dedicated to Italian Poetry
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manco
nel narrare la bellezza
un attributo divino
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le parole allineate come perle
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pronte per essere collana
e io che non trovo
il filo
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If you wish to read the English Version click here.
Sì, la domeninca le poesie saranno in italiano!
Tuesday Poems will be in English as usual.
Aug20
Summer Poems – We Stall
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we stall through August
aside the rare days
when the sky thundered
the wind hissed and shout
and we run up and down
closing windows pulling
shades and lifting chairs
the following steps
were those of picking up
the tender plants uprooted
from the garden the scattered
tomatoes and plums
august with its singing nights
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Aug13
Summer Poems – Mirrors
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summer comes
with invisible mirrors
on which each one stares
poses and eventually
struts away
indifferent are the spaces
on which people pause
I look up at the abundance
of details I look at them
and turn my eyes to
the parching fields
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