MARIA MIRAGLIA

Maria Miraglia

TOLLING OF THE BELLS

You spend hours days

whole pieces of your existence

without actually living them

may be at times

you notice the passing time

looking at your reflected image

seizing  of it the tired expressions

the puckers at the corners

of your mouth

and wrinkles on the forehead

It’s pain

the deep one

penetrating your

like thousands blades

that awakens you to life

that tells you exist and

suddenly

makes you rediscover feelings and emotions

lying hidden

in the limbo of your soul

it too drowsy

as drugged by the never ending succession

of the human deeds

You know the moon rises

when the sun sets

the seasons come and go

but you can't perceive their fragrances

their changing colors

the flavor of the air

biting or muddy

until those thin blades lacerete

not a single part of your body

but your whole being

It's then you feel life

and of it can capture

lights and shadows

It's  pain like the tolling of bells in celebration

that wakens in you

the sense of things

A LATE AFTERNOON

It is a late afternoon

the weather rainy

the windows closed

for the wind outside

the thunder rumbling loudly

shake me from the slumber

The radio is on

playing old songs

while a veil of melancholy

sweetly touches my heart

the boredom makes me wander around the house

lonely at this hour of the day

Listlessly I sit at the desk

and my gaze falls

on a drawer

since long closed

I feel a sudden urge

of rummaging inside

where small objects

papers and old photos

are grouped with care

a folded letter is there too

as waiting for someone

to look inside

It is a poem

a love poem

a poem of some time before

I read it and then

again and again

while some tears begin

slowly flowing down my face

HAD I FORGOTTEN HIM

Thinking of that

I hear the doorbell ringing

and quickly

wipe my tears

and go to open

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MARIA MIRAGLIA