Memories
Nostalgic
memories
they flutter in
my heart like leaves in the wind.
Memories in
black and white, spanning my remaining SEASONS of life.
Now they live
there, in the world of DREAMS that no longer exist and never will.
Our LAUGHTER of
genuine existence remains alive in my thoughts.
They are my new
sunrises and my new sunsets,
my true
strength.
They are what
remains in me, to live this existence of mine to the fullest.
Concetta La Placa@t.d.r.
Life Tendens Its Hand To Us
Life passes,
beyond time,
in the
succession of seasons,
and creeps among
the streams
of the rain;
in the water of
the rivers,
along which the
wind watches,
alternating with
the sun;
in the white
snow of the peaks;
in the dew of
the early hours
of the morning;
in the August
sun.
He never gets
tired
to give us a
longing for love,
that feeling
that
in the hearts of
many people,
tends to
evaporate
like the winter
mist.
And, when nature
appears
seriously injured,
with its
infinite power,
he never stops
giving us
still life...
The red poppy
starts to
blossom again
between the cold
cracks
of cement.
The colorful
rainbow
comes back to
peep out
from the smog of
the gray sky.
The sad and
lonely almond tree,
forgotten to
himself,
he resumes
timidly
to flourish
among ghostly
suburban
buildings,
rise to the sky,
like new
cathedrals,
to reach that
God,
for centuries,
renegade.
Continue the man
to worry
among its
moments of violence,
to drown his
self
in moments of
the unspeakable
inner solitude,
in continuous
flow
of a grim
cynicism
and in
indifference
of an astonished
world.
Yet, life is,
and it will
always be
an unstoppable
one
current of love.
We need to leave
drag from this
positive and
wonderful
flow.
This is how we
must
knowing how to
take that hand
that existence
always tends to
us.
Concetta La Placa@all rights reserved.
The Value Of Your Time
Time is pressing
and youth,
with dreams and
hopes,
it is now a
swept cloud
away from the
wind.
Every moment is
precious
and it never
goes to waste,
this is what the
hungry man does with a piece of bread
and with a few
drops of water the thirsty.
Only
disenchantment remains
than having
wasted a lot of time,
with those who
have never known how to love,
it is a very
serious fault.
Concetta La Placa @ t. d. r
CONCETTA LA PLACA
CONCETTA LA PLACA: The author,
Concetta la Placa, was born in Caltanissetta in Sicily on 07/30/1960 and lives
in Rome. From an early age she has always shown that she has a creative nature.
She holds a degree in administration and management of social policies. She
loves literature and poetry in general. She is passionate about reading and
creative writing. In December 2020 her first collection of poems was published,
entitled "Cosmic Love and Emotions in the Wind". It is a collection
of 55 poems, all linked by a single common thread: Cosmic Love, which is love
for the little things that surround us in this immensity and love for
simplicity, enriched only by pure emotions and true feelings. The author has
published several poems in numerous national and international anthologies of
various authors and various contests to which she has contributed with her
participation. The list of publications would be a bit long and is therefore
omitted.
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