MARIA MIRAGLIA

 

MARIA MIRAGLIA

 

Falsehood

 

Tastes of falsehood

the smell of these flowers

offered by the hands

that so many times

left marks on my body

as many as the clouds in the sky

In a winter day

nor do I recognize

this smile of yours

marked by wrinkles

of a man who faces life

dragging with him

heavy the burden of impiety

 

Printed in my mind

your evil gaze

say when

you blame me for

things never said or

things never done

pouring over me

your failures your defeats

I tell my pain

to the wind

the will to go

stifled is inside me

the cold you brought into my heart

chilly like the wind of Buran

the darkness in my soul

Like the arctic nights

and ripped you have my hope and

all my dreams

 

Of me

of the woman of once

Just a portrait remains

Hanging on a wall

In this faded-walled house

Where I wander as in a limbo

@ Maria Miraglia

 

 

The Ink

 

I  made the ink drop from my desk

one day

and the teacher hard hit

with a wand my hand

she could teach me instead

how to lift the bottle

and maybe how to lay it  

at the right place

Wounded and annoyed

I didn't shed a tear

and in silence I stayed

until the sound of the school-bell

Back home

I told my mom

one day

i will be a teacher but

fair and good

@ Maria Miraglia

 

 

Earthly Stage

 

Wonder arouse the first dim lights of dawn

 

the birds' joyful flights

 

in the air

 

amazement the stars and the celestial bodies

 

in the blue dove

 

the flowers beauty

 

of the endless fields

 

Paintings by adept hands

 

the butterflies' wings

 

the high mountains

 

majestic statues

 

by the Great Artist graven

 

Sweet music the silences

 

of the wide spaces

 

the light wind in the hair

 

the warm of the sun rays

 

touch of caressing hands

 

This the earthly stage

 

where men with no mercy or pity

 

spend their lives

 

staining the world streets and meadows

 

with their brothers' blood

 

breaking the holy silences

 

with cries of pain

 

filling the clear air

 

with the nauseating smell

 

of dead bodies

@ Maria Miraglia

 

MARIA MIRAGLIA

 

MARIA MIRAGLIA: Educationist, poet, translator, peace activist, Maria A. Miraglia was born and lives in Italy. For a long time, an active member of Amnesty International, she herself founder and chairwoman of World Foundation for Peace. Member of Ican, of the International Observatory for Information and Human Rights. Founding member and literary director of the Italian cultural association P. Neruda, honorary member of Nationes Unidas de las Letras, advisory member of the editor board of Galaktika Poetike Autunis, member of the editorial board of Our poetry Archive, member of the editorial advisory board of Sahitya Anand. Presidente de la organization Mundial de los Trovatores, Italy and Deputy President – Coordination, at a child rights global organization, the United World Movement for Children (UWMC). She collaborates for poetry with numerous national and international newspapers and magazines. Her poems have been translated into several foreign languages and are collected in numberless anthologies all over the world.  Dr Maria Miraglia is often a welcome guest of international events for poetry. Beauty and profundity are the most important characteristic of Maria Miraglia’s works and although these elements are found in some of the exceptional works by modern writers, blending them together seems a challenge for many, where Maria is found to be successful applying them into her poems. Author of anthologies in Italian, English or both languages She is recipient of numerous national and international awards and recognition.