ERMANNO SPERA

 

A Tremule Leaf

I saw a tremulous leaf on the pavement

it reminded me of the moment you passed away

the last moment of a vein to pulsate

the sky is gray and I see your face again

a child holding your hand

a winter garden without the snow

with many cypresses pointing high

that peace you have found

in your pink tombstone that doesn’t overlook the sea

I remember a man with a great burden

and a smile to open the heart

the wind 

it tells me things about a growing tree

it tells me things about a river being born

he tells me things about a sad moment

It is not enough that the leaf rises

a dog barks in front of a door

and I sat on a bench

I see you riding a wave between the thorns of your three roses

eyes that shine like stars

when they have to shed light in the darkest night

my gaze as immature as a quince

in my thoughts

that silence that fills a glass with the most beautiful memories

I saw a trembling leaf on the pavement

and you have passed, passed away

as present as the air around me

Essay Of Love 

I laid a hand in my heart

in my heart

in your heart

I watched the snow melt

no sound

then the sun

the air was no longer hidden

but consumed within a kiss

just as the water

flowed rivers in our veins

a step from the fruitful earth

a field of sunflowers

a hillside of blossoming cherry trees

fingers entwined like roots

hot as embers

cold as an ice cube

(your back)

chills!

an essay of love

ERMANNO SPERA

ERMANNO SPERA, was born in Rome (Italy) on 11 March 1967, where he lives. He is a writer, poet and painter. He has participated in various poetry competitions and his poems have been included in national and international literary anthologies. Philosophical concepts, metaphorical expressions and a great lyrical ability are highlighted in his poems. He knows how to juxtapose with skilful stylistic ability images and landscapes of the soul and strong conceptual intuitions. Ermanno Spera’s poems are a treasure trove of ideas, inventions, hidden adventures where the poetic and artistic spirit of the author is compressed and expressed. In his works, the concept of troubled humanity almost always manifests itself even if the poet tends to hide and mask reality, making it become joyful and peaceful as his soul thirsting for peace and justice desires. Sometimes his poetry becomes hermetic and enigmatic. Many metaphors, visions and how much thought his mind releases which does not rack his brain over memory, but always tries to pave the way for new paths of the spirit.