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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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I may indulge
in upside down
visions a different
point of
view
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giving you pictures
of reflections
shadows clouds
and waters
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all fleeting
all temporarily
true
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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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having infinity
taking over me
that is my practice
in the desert
to rehearse boundless
to have a sip of
eternity once
in a while
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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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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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I don’t think
heaven is upward
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I don’t think
God is in the sky
but I think
God is in the air
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when I look
up to the clouds
I fell God is
there up around
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inside and
everywhere
God is like air
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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 published collection California Notebooks 02
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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.
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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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time leaving
traces everywhere
victims never
to be avenged
time cannot
be hold it can
be classified
never arrested
and if doing some
serious thinking
we last but the
length of a breath
time shows itself
and swiftly go
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This poem is part of the bilingual poetry collection California Notebooks 01 on sale on Amazon.
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eternity roams
inside me I can’t
help but travel
forever wondering
the mind and space
on earth as in dreams
seeking some order
chasing the waters
harmony to fill me
deep from the inside
to make me a lake
alas at home
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This poem is part of the bilingual poetry collection California Notebooks 01 on sale on Amazon. If you wish you can read the Italian version on the post previous to this one titled Armonia.
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to be me
the one I’m
inside immune
to time and places
to recognize the one I
ought to welcome with love
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Yep, today is my birthday!
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Happy New Year, Happy New Life!
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I wish no one
to die without a hint
of poetry
a hue of love
compassion or
passion
I wish you
all the urge to cross
over this
threshold
while in your home
a nice skin
seeking a touch
from heaven to come
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This poem is part of the poetic collection, available on Amazon, California Notebooks 02
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I wish I had not
the compulsion
of changing words
around of giving them
new shapes new
sounds I wish I
just could see
you the word
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