MARIO VITALE

MARIO VITALE

AWAKE

Awake to face the noon day dawn

like a loving doe or that in a fawn

we all want to belong

I exist as a vapor then I am no more...

And then clouds form

when the invisible vapours

in the air,

condenses into visible droplets...

And thus the cycle continues...

sprinkled with a bit of care

the love to behold a new day's sun

GRANDMOTHER'S WOVEN QUILT

in a house built by stone and asphalt

I ellude to the discussion inside of innate moments of love

baked cookies as traffic leave their shoes at the door

a knock from a door lest I implore try to even the score

There she sat in her old chair with grey hair

pillars of smoke whisked through her eyes with a tear drop

the saddened evelope was delivered of a long lost loved one that went home to be with the Lord...,

She had a pot of coffee waiting in the patio with a heavy shawl upon her neck

whispers in the corridor those angelic pitter patter of soft sandal feet

She took here time with it & never quit

Grandmother's woven quilt may lead someone to great guilt

Her laughter permeate the atmosphere in old fashioned rhetoric

alone again sitting outside on her porch swing the dinner bell rang

old farmer Ted who lived at the edge of the street came by with freshly baked bread

she softened her lips and offered Ted a kiss

Finally it was done out of great amazement she entered the quilt in the Farmer's Fair

that year it won first prize with a word to the wise

the radio was playing her favorite song by Glen Miller, "A Sentimental Journey"...

yet why should she worry her days were spent in a high sophistication

gives cadence to the simple grandma popped a pimple stayed in the parlor

was so very happy for once in a long time coming

SEE ME

see me through the seaweed torn muck of the oceanic plains

see me throught the plight of common circumstance

see me on the patio waiting & watching

watch as I go further with the pen

to write the most perfect ten

in a matter of words, "See me through the flames"....

triumphant

see me in the twilight of my dream

see me eating delicious ice cream

see me through everything

THANKSGIVING HOPE

Home for the holiday from New Orleans,

with Mother and Father at the tiny

drop leaf, brown rosewood, mahogany

table with the gold, grinning claw feet;

Father, choler- red-in the-face, short-

sleeved white shirt and cane, says the blessing

as Mother brings in the turkey and cranberry.

Then Mother asks, " Won't you have more ?' and father :

"Do you think Moll Flanders was a whore ?"

(I have suffered and bleached my hair blond. )

I am silent before their replies.

Mother sighs. "I can scarce speak to her."

And Father, too, quotes Shakespeare. (I am thin

as paper and the rose- colored bowl

of blown glass sitting on the silver stand,

half- filled with water. )

" How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is

to have a thankless daughter "

I STAND FORGIVEN

on a hill far away

through the variation of a parting dream

with hands

you move toward me

intertwined by a puzzle covering the thorned mind's eye

alone through the silence we escape its magic

the waiting

the wanting

on ivy chords of strain

let me explain,

it is in common place to reach again to outer space

recapture a truth

we have been to these plains

of understanding the giving

a given chance to rearrange

I stand here forgiven

MARIO VITALE

MARIO VITALE is a poet with over 1,000 poems towards his credit platform. Mario Vitale was born in Bristol , Ct Has developed a skill for writing poetry in the free verse form. has been featured on Hubpages.com, Starlitecafe.com & Poetry soup. Vitale lives with his elderly mother Ann Soulier in Wolcott, Ct. Currently has written well over 1,000 poems & 2 short story's toward credit platform. Vitale has　hooked the poetic world by storm being featured on Google, Yahoo & MSN. Looks up to contemporaries in the poetry industry such as, " John Ashbery & Major Jackson". Has been a favorite featured poet reader at Barnes & Noble in Waterbury, Ct. Also featured on such sites as Poetry soup, Writer's café & Neo Poet.